Until yesterday, I had not heard of Gunilla Norris and her poetry. Parker Palmer sent a Facebook message with this beautiful poem embedded. It is a long poem, but is worth whiling and lingering over. Parker Palmer writes about the need for silence in life. This allows us turn inward and listen as our soul speaks to us.
As I move forward in the dissertation process, several things stood out in this poem. Sharing silence as a political act reminded me of how the polis consists of persons where exchanging anything suggests we act politically. In the early writing stages, I argue that teaching is a series of ongoing political actions as we choose the way we teach and what we teach.
Thich Nhat Hanh suggested we find the extraordinary in the ordinary. It is in the lives of each person that the extraordinary potentially emerges. It is in a thoughtful pedagogy that this can emerge in our self, our children, and their children. It is Sabbath’s silence we find space.
Within each of us there is a silence
–a silence as vast as a universe.
We are afraid of it…and we long for it.
When we experience that silence, we remember
who we are: creatures of the stars, created
from the cooling of this plant, created
from dust and gas, created
from the elements, created
from time and space…created
from silence.
The experience of silence is now so rare
that we must cultivate it and treasure it.
That is especially true for shared silence.
Sharing silence is, in fact, a political act.
When we can stand aside from the usual and
perceive the fundamental, change begins to happen.
Our lives align with deeper values
and the lives of others are touched and influenced.
Silence brings us to back to basics, to our senses,
to our selves. It locates us. Without that return
we can go so far away from our true natures
that we end up, quite literally, beside ourselves.
We live blindly and act thoughtlessly.
We endanger the delicate balance which sustains
our lives, our communities, and our planet.
Each of can make a difference.
Politicians and visionaries will not return us
to the sacredness of life.
That will be done by ordinary men and women
who together or alone can say,
“Remember to breathe, remember to feel,
remember to care,
let us do this for our children and ourselves
and our children’s children.
Let us practice for life’s sake.”
ivonprefontaine
Teacher as Transformer 
It is a moving piece.
Thank you.
wise poetry.
perhaps after enough individuals
come together mindfully living
the collective consciousness
will change the situation
Thank you for a beautiful and poetic comment.
You are correct the poem is excellent. I can remember when I was in grade school I was always taught that ‘silence was golden’, and I guess that has always stayed with me. I was always the quiet one in the family, one who would always meditate when I was younger, I would always listen first, and think about what I heard and saw. The message in the poem is exceptional…and you comments blend perfectly with it. Always an awesome teacher…thanks for sharing my brother, have a wonderful Sunday…God bless!
Thank you Wendell.
this is study-guide good. I want to be more quiet–more still–but still dig.
this just resonates. Like M Theory. and by that I mean from the tiniest string forward (my weird phraseology)
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Thank you. I am glad it resonated. It seems to have for many people.
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Silence, yes, especially when it gets us to listen just a bit more…
That is so much the key Maurice.
Wonderful poem, well worth lingering over. Silence allows us to live, hear and discuss with the inner being. So important.
Thank you Tiny. Silence is a part of healthy solitude.
I love silence, Ivon; within it I find myself…
We do. It is nice to see you back Carolyn.
exceptional! easily relate to this
thank you for this wonderful post!!
You are welcome and thank you for the comment Eddie.
I loved this post about silence. I have been trying to get my sons, (9-12) to understand and appreciate silence. They agreed it was important as they ran past me shouting at one another and playing. I hope I’ve planted the seeds anyway. Great job!
Thank you. We plant the seeds and they sprout with time.
Beautiful poem.
If there is no stillness,
there is no silence.
If there is no silence,
there is no insight.
If there is no insight,
there is no clarity.
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