Sound Out of Silence


A sound emerging from nothing – polished glass
Sitting in meditation, the cry of a curlew.
The slumped back straightens.
The heart no longer needing to overreach
Sound dies away
Another moment passes – bring the mind back.

By Nigel

I found a poem I wrote whilst on retreat at Throssel ages ago wrote Nigel in an email. The poem speaks to my own experience and probably a number of others who have sat in the meditation hall at Throssel. Many thanks Nigel.

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2 thoughts on “Sound Out of Silence”

  1. I miss the wild call of the curlew. Back at Throssel, for a moment in the mind’s eye.

    Deep Bows to Nigel and Rev. Mugo

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