Being Breath

stories from the wilderness of everyday life

Keeping Quiet

Keeping Quiet


Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still
for once on the face of this earth, let's not speak in any language; 
let's stop for a second, and not move our arms too much.

It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines;we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm the whales
and the man gathering salt would not hurt his hands.
Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about....

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.

Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems to be dead in winter
and later proves to be alive.

Now I'll count to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.

-Pablo Neruda

All photos taken this morning after our town was delicately kissed with ice.

Namaste.