In the truly quiet places
of the world
something always becomes
clear.
And even though it is not
just one thing
that becomes clear, but
anything
appearing to each pilgrim
according to their need—
a way back to lost
treasure,
a childhood memory of
spherical love,
desires deciphered,
a map of all possibility—
today in this truly quiet
place
I have walked far to
reach,
wind runes etched in snow
at my feet,
today one thing is clear
to me:
After the noise, comes the
quiet
to the world again.
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