Whispered Truths

Whispering softly
the wind and the leaves
tell stories
of life
in far off places
right here
of times
long past
right now

The temple bell
also
whispers
to me
the sound
flowing
down
the valley
through
the trees
and hills
absorbing
all who hear
into its
firm
imperceptibility

like a mist
insubstantial
vaporous
yet
saturating
the being
of those
who listen
patiently

Drenched
in emptiness
i sit
soaked
to the bone
in the sound
that surrounds
and fills me
and am
awake
aware
of that
which
gives
me
life

It can't be heard
as long as
there is
a listener
as long as
there is
a sound
out there
even though
it can be heard
by anyone
by everyone
who hears
without
listening
without
effort

What is it

From where i sit
everything becomes clear
become the wind
become the russle
of the leaves
in the trees
become the bell
become the sound
and know
life's
truths