This is the language of color, and it needs no sound to tell a thousand tales of life in this place.
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It is a language of listening and looking. Only the poets have truly translated it for human ears.
To find it, we listen at the edge of our hearing. There we discover a space between the faintest of audible sounds.
That is where the supernatural becomes natural, the sacred silence of the Native Americans and the idiolect and oratory of the Earth.
To participate in this great conversation is to become fully alive within our own local ecologies and requires nothing more of us other than to sit and gaze upon our beautiful planet.
Photo: Sunset over Los Tornos. Courtesy of the author.