If only we would listen.

God how we would hear the heart struggling
to soar beyond the shackles of the mind.

And otherwise-bound-for-infinity thoughts
running bewildered in a cage of twenty-six symbols.

And the bittersweet madness of silence
chanting songs of penetration
to the lonely wisdom of the word.

If only we would listen.

August 1973

Photo Credits Text: Talarico / Calligraphy: DuBosch / Photography: Bachhuber