The quieter you become, the more you can hear.
~Baba Ram Das
This poem could almost go in the Directory of Imaginary Poems, as it is about a place that doesn't really exist. It's a place that you can go when you are meditating, or a place that you can dream when you are stuck somewhere, waiting.
A Quiet Walk
by Tabatha Yeatts
The blades of grass lean upon each other
The blossoms breathe their own scent
The gravel holds no trace of footprints
The lake water lolls across its bed
The bird thinks about preening
The leaf sleeps on its branch
The sun's rays float in the air
The bell has grown still
Jama has the Poetry Friday round-up today at Jama's Alphabet Soup.