And I Sit in Silence

…and I sit in silence…philosophy becomes irrelevant at this point…i am touched by the valid and velvet hand of poetry as it defines, line by line, the silence of longing and belonging…the silence of soft and low moments…the silence of peace, of truth, of love, of what is infinite…the silence of the in-betweens…and the silence of the woods at the beginning of the day when the first light breaks in…i sit in silence…in emptiness…to return to myself…

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About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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