Hearing, simultaneously, the crackle of firewood
and the flowing of the millwater I become aware of,
simultaneously, the transience of life and its continuity.
Feeling, in the depths of my being, the vibrations of the bell,
I become aware that the vibration of my smallest
division of atoms is dancing to the music of the universe.
Sensing, in a room of quiet strangers,
a shared existence,
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Hearing, simultaneously, the crackle of firewood
and the flowing of the millwater I become aware of,
simultaneously, the transience of life and its continuity.
Feeling, in the depths of my being, the vibrations of the bell,
I become aware that the vibration of my smallest
division of atoms is dancing to the music of the universe.
Sensing, in a room of quiet strangers,
a shared existence, I become aware of
the companionship of silence.
by Margaret from Scotland
