Filled by little noises, loud screams, tvs and YouTube channels…
Drives my soul into a stressed out state;
I become dismantled.
Left in broken pieces,
I am disquieted.
Needing mending,
I search for silence.
Trying to find a place where I can go
to sit in the still hushed places of my life
away from the yelps, bangs and crashes of little humans.
There I find rest.
Comfort is the sequestered silence of a car ride…
By myself,
No radio,
No talking,
Just the hum of the tires on the road.
It doesn’t matter where I’m going.
Just to be relaxing and reveling in the noiselessness of the moment,
rejuvenates me.
Many frightened by the absence of sound,
Many unnerved by the nothingness of silence,
But I find delight in the pure presence of it.
I invite it.
I welcome it.
I embrace it,
and try to be fully present while it visits for a while.
Breathing it in.
Lying beneath its delicate blanket,
Coddled by the stillness,
She whispers rest…
and I do!
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Natalie Stover
I’m a mother of 5, wife and teacher. I love creating conversations with words. I believe words are powerful things that can inspire action. If you can’t “do”, you can still create action with your words!
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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