There is another sound

other than that you hear,

escaping off the edge of rock;

she runs dark,

deep, like night in river

stays at bottom

all day.

Silence is her way.


But listen to touch,

or, sometimes you can see her

running through rain

on hot breaths of white air.

It is there, just

in that changeling place,

where she screams loudest

her local gods,

selling her wears

in the street.


Be still to know that I AM, you are, divine.  You will find the stillness in the profound simplicity of breath, heartbeat,  the climb of a rose from seed to bloom, the arrogance of bird on the air, the thunder of wind….yes, she is, in fact, everywhere.


© Andrea Mathews, 2014

crystal palace

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