Sounds
After a somewhat lengthy journey,
spanning my entire life, actually,
listening only to the sound of my feet,
I think I have arrived at wisdom.
Tomorrow morning, perhaps
I’ll arrive at it again.
There’s much to be learned at this age.
A little loss of sound can be a blessing,
helps with quiet contemplation,
the self-absorption usually reserved for youth,
though such meditation can be unsettling,
perhaps after a night of unsound sleep.
I once learned one true thing,
attending a monastic retreat,
where the sound of chanting monks
filled my heart, teaching me that
when I would have music and peace,
I need make only one simple sound.
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