all_is_silent_underneath blueberries for you my soul is a nest of mice silent underneath the stacked firewood, soft dry grass padded by tiny concerned paws. pink warmth. eyes shut. mouths open, but too young to give utterance. "mother, give." my hope is rich blood rnning in miles of veins and arteries silent underneath my skin bringing life to the daily struggle with depression. my heart is the sun shining silent underneath the heavy cover of rain swelled clouds. breaking up. breaking forth. 011105 ... unhinged like the still ocean on a warm stirless day but dear my heart is underneath screaming i could make it silent still but i am still content with the echoes of my screams for now 011105 ... frAnk my intention is silent underneath the formation of words like blank paper that will soon know the scribbling of a pen, certain movements that create a language for others and myself to read. 030319 ... sylphide Thank You frAnk, i've spent some time looking for something to blathe about today and was unable to find much I was compellingly relative to until I read your blathe. I feel much today like the page unknowing of the pen that will scribe on it...and the calmness of space before I dance within it.. 030319 what's it to you? who go blather from