the sounds of birds to TV,
the sounds of cars passing by in the night as well.
Distant trains,
moving water,
woodpeckers rapping,
and the sound of nothing in particular is just fine.
Singing in the kitchen,
the hum of a basement furnace,
wind in the trees,
anything not plugged in to something.
It’s all better than TV,
even the TV I like,
and the only ads are for the
handiwork of God.
The Beautiful Path 