Language Must Withdraw


Words will
This wonder of worlds
Waive to waste.

The air
This breath
Opening the moment.

The great horizon
Vast cosmos
In this green leaf.

Nothing is left out
No fly nor spun thread
Lies beyond.

Thought would
Fiction make
In paragraphs and pages.

But in this stillness
Language must withdraw
And give silence presence.

It sweeps out
Touching totality
Returning with the gift.

The sudden breeze
Shivers aspen leaves
Speaking being once more.

Meaning then
All the way down
And back to the summit again.

Even in a grain of sand
This small life
Gifts empty words
For no reason.


About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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