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Saturday Jan. 30, 2016

 

Soapbox of noise, or in prison of inarticulateness, have you listened to your quiet?

Listen-in on mine if you like, middle-night or early morn, just sitting, listening, black and white movie playing inside my head. Silent movie. No ear plugs, sitting silently, cannot hear any words.

Nobody here. Nobody talking. This room is still. Still. Often. Off in …

Cacophony, yelling in my head – replaying this week’s noise. I wonder, in times before machines and manufactured sounds, on beaches and in forests where nature makes its noise, what it was like to be in so many heads – impossible to speak, only to hear?

Nothing at all. Of everything I do, so much is mistaken. So much is middle-ishly unimportant, but so nearly completely mistaken.

Little.

Precious little might ever glow brilliantly.

Where are you – in silence, in darkness?

Or in sunshine?

What do we do and when does it matter – what is it for and does anyone care that we do what we do or wear what we wear? Where. Wear them down. Wear them out. Many times I’ve been frayed.

Only gravity hold me. Down. Nothing. Nobody. No attachment holds me. Back. No one watches that. No safety net. For me. No soft landing. Leap. Fly? Is there a choice? In silence sitting, not knowing what is worth investing life into – to give my all, my life and my freedom, my flesh, my breathing hearing secret speechlessness.

Worn. To my nub. Debate in head. Confused by all, stuck in place, some corner my mind painted me into. There is, of course, no wall. No barrier. No restriction holds me there …


Mark Kolke

written / published from Calgary, AB

morning walk:  2C/36F, quiet, traction found – we walked in quite disturbed only my traffic humming, no rabbits – just tracks, not frolicking, no play, dog and owner both deep in thought …

Reader feedback:

BE WELL LARRY

Just relevant. I could stand to lose some weight and am not in the best of shape. Always appreciate your stuff, JA, Atltanta, GA

You are very right, Mark. There is no Try in being well now.  It really is "do or die" isn't it?  Anyone who has had their own health scare understands this and realizes that somehow the motivation to change lifestyle becomes magically easier. Thanks for writing this article. It's a great reminder, MM, Phoenix, AZ

OH MY

Hope you are doing well. Congratulations on your 5000 daily reflection. That is mind boggling impressive. You can put it all together to make a book. Take care and hope to see you soon, KM, Calgary, AB

 


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