Hidden Teachers


A dried leaf still clinging. The heart breaks open. Deeply aware. There is silence, embracing everything. Hidden teachers appear from nowhere as I listen to silence. Subtle teachings. A squirrel stares at me. Time stops.


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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4 Responses to Hidden Teachers

  1. arlene says:

    Your post reminds me of a few lines of a song by the Cascades….The last leaf clings to the bough
    Just one leaf, that’s all there is now.

  2. maskednative says:

    Everything contained in silence. A poignant post Virgilio.

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