Realizing What Surrounds

There is a stillness that grips me in this moment that allows me to see only the wind blowing through the trees without affording my ears of its strident sound. And harmony of heart,tickles the bells that are pendulous across the way from where I sleep in the quietude of light's refractions that coruscate along this sleeping town. I do not feel alone in this somnolent realm that has fallen victim to its own deafening silence of heart,muted by the facile addings of life that equate to vacuous longing of purity. Such a fruition of reality causes laughter within the power of the soul that is aware of its purpose to gain not of recognition from spectators,listeners,readers and dung-making wares.