In the quiet of a place,
the place where your thoughts
surface, a voice of within rises
from the silence.
It’s not the wind or waves that
influence, but an inner suddenness
of calm, a seed watered by the
drive for direction; we listen with
intent, capturing the moment.
There is a cleansing, standing at the
base of a mountain or a crossroads,
if we to listen to the temperature of change.
Roger Singer 