While walking through a garden what I see, and what I miss, is filtered through words sounding through my mind. I don’t talk out-loud to myself. I make sure these words stays quiet: silent words, silent sounds. I don’t mind my mind doing this. I enjoy the company unless it’s noisy, offering a wintry mood to a spring day.
There are times when I look about and my mind goes silent on its own. I assume, like me, that it is also stunned, as if to say, but not saying anything, staying really silent this time, “Isn’t that beautiful!”
LEAVES WAKE UP ON OAKS
SPRING LOOKS OUT AT EVERYONE
SILENT SMILING SOUND
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. I am hosting this week with the theme “silent sound”, whatever that means to you.
Photos: “Ivy”, above, and “Oak Beauty”, below.
This has a lovely message, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Your words sing to my soul Frank! Absolutely beautiful. Have a great weekend.Anita
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Thank you, Anita!
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Perfect words, our oak trees have leaves so new and fresh they look good enough to eat!
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I was amazed by them in a park yesterday evening that had mainly oak trees, now all with young leaves. Thank you!
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Lovely Frank. I make up for you in that I am forever talking to trees, plants, the wind, animals, and, sometimes, people, as I walk each day!
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It is good to know others do this as well. Thank you, Peter!
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I thought I was one of a few that went out and looked up at a tree to take a picture and let my imaginations wonder. Something about doing that makes my heart smile.
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I like looking at trees from different perspectives and their surroundings. I am glad there are many of us. Thank you!
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Very nice, Frank. Silence is wonderful sometimes.
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It is. Thank you, Dan!
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The thought that the your inner voice goes silent when it’s stunned by beauty is really good one…
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It seems like it has gone silent–at least I am not aware of it. Thank you, Bjorn!
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I like your words offering a wintry mood to a spring day.
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Sometimes the words that go through my mind aren’t as pleasant as I would like them to be. Thank you, Jane!
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A green and pleasant haibun, Frank, with a cheerful haiku and gorgeous photos!
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I am glad you like the cheerfulness and the photos. Thank you, Kim!
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I love those moments that stay really silent in awe of what we see, when we go “Isn’t that beautiful!”, those moments when we can hear ourselves smile :o)
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Sometimes there doesn’t seem to be any silent sound. It is like hearing ourselves smile. Thank you, Xenia!
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‘a wintry mood to a spring day’, I love that.
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I am glad you liked that phrase. Thank you, Carol!
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I love your haiku!
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Thank you, Jo!
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I like how your mind goes silent…. to observe such beauty.
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Sometimes I am unaware of the chatter if it is still going on. Thank you, Vivian!
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uwc 🙂
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Nice…when this happens we lose track of time, and indeed, we smile to ourselves or other thoughts are crowded out.
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We do lose track of time when that happens. Thank you, Kathy!
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Refreshing insights, wonderfully rendered, Frank! 🙂
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Thank you, Frank!
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My pleasure, Frank!
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This is very interesting. Never thought about silent sounds running through my head!
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They are not really sounds and not really silent. Thank you, Dwight!
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I like what I see and what I miss is filtered through words in my mind. I think you are very good at Haibuns as all your poems. That is what my mind says.
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I am glad you liked the haibun, Mary! Thank you!
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Sometimes I wonder if we are capable of hearing nothing. Our minds are always active even in sleep. I wonder if anesthesia ushers us into silence? Anyway, I can relate to your lovely haibun except like “Peter’s pondering” I also talk… esp to the trees and tell them how beautiful they are.
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I just got back from a walk. I suspect I talk to trees as well. One has to hear them in silence. Thank you! I am glad you liked this.
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I like that the sound is smiling
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I hope it does. Thank you, Jane!
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It’s always nice to pause in nature, and listen. Lovely write Frank.
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It is good to listen to those sounds. Thank you, Linda!
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I like the idea that your mind is stunned into silence by the beauty of nature.
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Sometimes it surprises me that I am not aware of it saying anything. Thank you, Merril!
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Leaves on
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The tree leaves on. Thank you, Fred!
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Welcome
Frank!..:)
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kaykuala
While one is silently musing on the goodness of the trees around, it seemed these trees have a way of hearing our minds! Wonder if that is true!
Hank
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I think they do have a way of hearing us although I don’t understand how that might happen. Thank you, Hank.
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I often walk with my brain chattering along to itself, making plans, trying to impose order. Your haibun brought me up short, just as the your silent mind does you when it is stunned by beauty. A wonderful and affecting hiabun, and a reminder sometimes to just let everything go and just feel.
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The mind is a great aid. When it goes silent there is something worth paying attention to. Thank you, Sarah!
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