I was looking around for a video for video tuesday. I just couldn’t find something that was right. Life has been so overwhelming lately that I have been looking for quiet. Seeking the signal through the noise.
Sometimes I forget to listen for the signal and I begin to spin like a top. The clarity of my message becoming a blur — until I tumble to a stop.
This poem is one that I read during the times when I search for quiet.
The Art of Disappearing : Naomi Shihab Nye
When they say Don’t I know you?
When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
If they say We should get together
It’s not that you don’t love them anymore.
You’re trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.
When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven’t seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don’t start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.
Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.