Now and Then

When a musty
window
peeling curls
of paint
falls open
the long lost
view hangs
fresh and vivid
somewhere
between the
now and then

When transcendent
music streams
from an
unremembered
shore
you know
silence
filled with
empty sound
is not
silence
anymore

The past blinks
in plain sight
ever present
waiting

clarified
with new
insight

6 thoughts on “Now and Then

  1. Mangala Pachika says:

    The first verse brought back a recent visit to my mother’s village, and each time I go there, there is a fresh insight/ thought. The view of my mother’s grave hangs somewhere between now and then. Thank you for the beautiful words, Urmila.

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    1. Teresa says:

      Mangala, that verse spoke to me, too. It spoke to my heart, and the battle I have in my life to step aside and listen to the wisdom of silence. Isn’t it amazing how words can touch people who are miles apart, and also at the same time speak to us as individuals seeking connection. These words will forever connect me to 2 special friends.

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