Beyond Any Silence You Have Heard
Different trees grow various heights and then
perish and evolve into another species.
They reach their limbs - their souls -
a little deeper into incandescence's well
and then tell the world by their marvelous
appearance what that life is like.
Yes, try to do that before you depart this
wondrous place we are visiting:
bring us some good tidings of silence
beyond any silence you have heard.
Different trees grow various heights and then
perish and evolve into another species.
They reach their limbs - their souls -
a little deeper into incandescence's well
and then tell the world by their marvelous
appearance what that life is like.
Yes, try to do that before you depart this
wondrous place we are visiting:
bring us some good tidings of silence
beyond any silence you have heard.
Spanish poet Antonio Machado wrote, "Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it. It is where I dwell." UChicago asked students, in their college admission essay, to "Give us your guess". I think it would have been a fun essay to write, as we all hunger for a silent music at times...where our dreams of tomorrow can meet with the realities of today. I would say my answer to the question consists in the spaces between moments when your mind is free of thoughts, the pause before a kiss, the lost second at a traffic light, glancing up across the room at someone, sniffing a warm chocolate chip cookie, the final note of a song, etc.
Young Girls at the Piano (1892), Pierre-Auguste Renoir
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