. . . and silence is the golden mountain.
—Jack Kerouac

Listen. Turn
off. When
the noise
of our lives
drifts away,
when the
chatter of
our minds
sinks into
that perfect
lake of nothing,
then, oh
then we can
that golden
always there,
waiting for
us to be
still enough
to hear it.

From The Song Castle. Nodin Press, 2019. Posted by kind permission of the poet.
Image by Tiraya Adam