we: Stuff Our Moments with Noise
we: Stuff Our Moments with Noise I started watching myself When I noticed I was tired. How I ran from the Silence, Always central in each moment's flow. “Something's missing!... something's missing!”, Cried this Inner/little. “Addicted to noise; A Noise addict!....... Oh, My, Silence, Set Me free!” And truly freedom is, This day, Lived well, In the Moments' silent play. dedicated to Tall Tree © Noosphere Communications Sign in to see full entry.