The Poetry Of Tao Writer – A Moment Of Silence

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)

A Moment Of Silence

In between the buses, the taxis,
and loud motorcycles,
the traffic stops.
The paintings on the walls
watch without disruption.
The plants quietly enjoy the sun,
while waiting to be watered.
The hum of the refrigerator
is absent.
The dishes on the counter
lavish in the last morsels of taste
before being washed clean.
The river, always flowing,
now, seems still.

Silence awakens in my small space.
It’s Sunday morning.

Random thoughts and experiences while I walk and live to The Roll of the Rio Tomebamba.