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I wonder how quiet your world is, how different from mine- the world of modern man.

I envy your proximity to nature, the notion of dealing with known, finite items-

  grass, stone, wood, water.

The wind, sun, day, and night are living entities

  to be pondered in moments of waiting silently.

Silence is most valuable for you; to hold all still while the world shares a story,

  evolving for your eyes and ears.

Only when shown the way, when the time is right, do you need action.

The creatures’ skills are similar, but you know their ways, and determine their fates;

  you patiently bend nature to perform the rites of Life,

  the tools of existence-

  all rules made, simply put, and required to be among those you care for.

My silence is opposite- away from activity, alone, releasing memory,

  pausing the chain of events.

The basic tool of existence being adaptation to the small scale,

  constantly revisiting the known to measure change.

The appearance of improvement a flash,

  reciprocating consequences show themselves-

  abrupt tasks which destroy communication, attention, quietude.

How quiet to turn with the world,

  knowing her secrets without thinking,

  your journey as simple as a path and the sun;

  the world changing, yet not.

The modern journey is a collection of distinct points,

  a flux of inconsistency;

  a forced exchange of the simple for the complex.

Your attention is fluid, the glue of moments,

  a miraculous confluence.

The modern man’s attention is an exploitation,

  a glimpse of pride,

  a measure of resistance.

How beautiful to see Spring as a friend,

  clouds as events,

  a tree as peaceful;

  warmth and affection guiding you to comfort and pleasure.

I wonder how quiet your world is,

  each moment new,

  carefully touched by your presence.