VilaR Vesna

Notes from ordinariness

Nothing is happening
but all is here.
I open and close
my eyes
to see the difference.
I cannot notice it.
Just dwelling.
Everything is still
with the sweet sounds of birds.
I can’t find myself
but still, I am.
I have nothing to tell you
but still, I speak.
I have nothing to give you
but still, you take.
Trembling of the space
reminds me all is life.
Stillness of the space
reminds me all is rest.
Even if I wanted
I could not tell you
something wise.
Only the sounds
of silence.