The Quiet Song of the Heart

The Heart Is All That Matters

…a quiet song from the heart as it blends well with the whispering song of the cold January wind…the sound is so subtle and I can hear it when I am alone and when it rains and when it’s cold and when I see couples holding hands…and as I continue to reflect, I find no need for philosophy…I need more poetry…the heart is all that matters to me…and the music…and the flowers…they help me remember and reminisce…and then I read this:

That’s how we live,
saying goodbye.

-Rilke, 8th Duino Elegy

…how strange but so true…

(*i took this shot at St. James Cemetery, Toronto, Ontario)


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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7 Responses to The Quiet Song of the Heart

  1. What a beautiful soul you are Virgilio.

  2. amberafrica says:

    What beautiful image to go with these words!

  3. Moving words!

    A parting word?  
    The melting snow  
    is odorless


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