I find my strength in quietness,
in waiting, observing, listening
to the voice of the One Great Spirit
as He speaks through wind in grass,
through cicadas in locust trees,
through falling yellow leaves of walnut trees
who find ending of summer too hot
and decide to shed their clothing.
He speaks to me through the salamander
black and yellow spotted, darting under mud
through algae floating in tiny green triads
and pears lying beneath their mother
through apples crashing branches, flaunting their scent.
When I am invisible to men, inaudible to women
HE still speaks to me and something leaps within…
there is no greater sound.