Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda to accompany this view of the still, quiet waters of Porth Llegog in Anglesey. Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness. Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would not look at his hurt hands. Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing. What I want should not be confused with total inactivity. Life is what it is about; I want no truck with death. If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive. Now I’ll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go

#Sunday is #Stunday I still can't get over this view just a few steps from the new house. In a world full of hate & uncertainty we must take these moments of beauty & be thankful they exist #ImageAndVerse #KeepingQuiet by #PabloNeruda (see ALT) #CloseToHome #EastCoastKin #Mindfulness

Day 22: Risky, seems like there's some action going on now what fun
#sizedifference #fingering #publicsex #risky #kinktober #scene #nsfw #nsfwart #furry #furrynsfw #oc #ocart #commsopen #commissionsopen #dmsopen #mipk #lactating #smallchest #dialogue #moaning #keepingquiet

Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness. Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would not look at his hurt hands. Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing. What I want should not be confused with total inactivity. Life is what it is about; I want no truck with death. If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive. Now I’ll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.

This, pinned to the wall of my doctor's bathroom yesterday.

Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda

"Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
for once on the face of the earth..."

(If the text is too small, to keep going—you'll be glad—try Alt text.)

#Neruda #Poem #KeepingQuiet #Poetry

Some days I ride my emotions like a bucking bronco. Today's been one of those days ... but not for reasons you might expect. #keepingquiet