Unsoundly ~ a poem about living without making noise

I’m so sorry for trying to make sounds,

I’m so sorry for trying to make words speak,

I’m so sorry for trying to make anything happen.

What a waste of energy! A wasted moment!

I’m sorry for noticing the wrong in the way things and people are.

I’m sorry for noticing the wrong in the way I am.

I’m sorry for noticing.

I’m sorry for not deciding sooner

“I’m done with this noticing. I’ll let everyone be. I’ll let myself be.”

Being in a body is enough doing. Any more doing is pure madness.

Being life is enough. Anything else is pure madness.

If you don’t believe it, go on, prove it to yourself.

Anything you do is something to speak words about,

something to make noise about,

something to sound.

I tune my heart to the purr of life.

©️A. Garden, May 2018

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