Still a Long Way to Go

Still a Long Way to Go

…I eat…I drink coffee…I sleep…I wake-up…I go to work…yet I am also cantilevered in silence and stillness…in every available moment of clarity and awareness, as I journey…every step a leaf falls…and then I look at that bird…same thing…same flight…same route…a unity of reality…a communion of purpose in existence…I sense the thread that stitches night with day in different patterns…I perceive the architecture of form and the liquidity of substance…that sustains…that relives…and I just journey into the silent land, harnessing the wind, with bones mixing with dreams and a vision reaching out to the horizon…oh! The bird flew away…I need to walk…still a long way to go…

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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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12 Responses to Still a Long Way to Go

  1. j.h. white says:

    Oh! The bird flew away..I need to walk
    filling the moment… but I’m going to mix these bones with dreams right now. Thanks for the send off
    Peace!

  2. Geo Sans says:

    stillness
    ~
    always
    such a long
    way to go

  3. smallpebbles says:

    The bird may fly, the human may walk, but as you so poetically wrote, different forms, One Silence……

  4. maskednative says:

    In the wind you fly with the bird to the horizon, in the stillness and silence your soul is nourished, your spirit at home. Eat, drink, sleep, wake, there is the pattern, the routine, there, is order in this chaos, there, we are at home, balanced, on this blessed ground.

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