Poem: Untitled Poem 2

mb30-PoemByMargaret Hearing, simultaneously, the crackle of firewood and the flowing of the millwater I beome aware of, simultaneously, the transience of life and its continuity.

Feeling, in the depths of my being, the vibrations of the bell, I become aware that the vibration of my smallest division of atoms is dancing to the music of the universe.

Sensing, in a room of quiet strangers, a shared existence, I become aware of the companionship of silence.

by Margaret from Scotland

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