Praying …

Sometimes it feels like Jimmy Durante calling
goodnight to Mrs Calabash, whoever
she was or whether. Sometimes it’s the tenth
hour in the trans-Pacific plane,
all glamour gone and connections still to make.
and it’s been known to turn dirty,
as if a cutter, back from the peat-hag, found
his ass’s pannier loaded with nothing.

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Silence Is The Fullness, Not Emptiness …

Silence is never merely the cessation of words. . . . Rather it is the pause that holds together —  indeed, it makes sense of — all the words, both spoken and unspoken. Silence is the glue that connects our attitudes and our actions. Silence is the fullness, not emptiness; it is not absence, but the awareness of a presence.
— John Chryssavgis from In the Heart of the Desert: The Spirituality of the Desert Fathers and Mothers (Treasures of the World’s Religions)
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