Friday, March 29, 2013

Mute Offering


I am not able to find words I want to share about the tulips in the yard today, this perfect tulip, perfectly pink. They are a song without words, a mute offering that speaks more clearly to the heart than all of speaking.

Which sounds like a line from Rilke.  Which leads me to these lines from Rilke:
But listen to the breath    the unbroken message that creates itself from the silence.

The tulips are a message, confided to the inner ear.  The inner eye, if there is such a thing.  They are a Friday poetry.  A pause before the weekend rain.  A breath before the next sentence picks up the conversation where, before the breathtaking pinkness of them, their pink quintessence, it left off.


image:  Christie B. Cochrell, Pink Tulip

2 comments:

  1. why does the world not know about you?
    or
    maybe it does.
    thank you.

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  2. You're so sweet, Tammy. You more than make up for the soul-destroying people at the office who want me to think I'm nothing, nothing they don't allow me to be. I must remember they are not the world I want to be in.

    Happy Spring!

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