True listeners live in the heart.
They love the gossip of raindrops

at dawn, the breaking news
of Spring peepers.
The trembling crystal
of a chickadee
proclaims the whole Godspell.

Say less than you mean.

Grace is the gift of subtraction.

Tell as little as a willow by a pond

the heron glides away
on the first breath
of twilight.

And if you must speak, leave

a rippled stillness
between words,
the kind of mirror where
long-beaked huntress
stand on one leg
all a golden afternoon.

Be more like
the moon
between clouds,
until your
say everything.