09
there’s a man’s voice
there’s merry whistling
there’s ceaseless traffic
someone’s coughing
doves are calling
songbirds are singing
there’s a screen door slamming
there’s a white car passing by
there’s a stooped woman, hurrying
the palm fronds are trembling
green tea steams in this raku cup
a fountain pen scribbles
there’s a body beating
there’s the singing silence of this stillness
which is the source and substance of all sound
~
echoes from emptiness 
again I’d like to like this but there is no like to do it with, so: – Like
Gratefully received 🙂
Me too–liking it a lot
Bowing. Thank you dear Amrita. I did a brief experiment with turning off “likes” but was persuaded to include them again…
I’m touched and grateful to you for digging into the archives and leaving so many loving “likes” – an unexpected delight!