Walking Poetry into Our Bodies

“When great Nature sighs, we hear the winds

Which, noiseless in themselves,

Awaken voices from other beings,

Blowing on them.”

Each day, enroute to class, we stop at the Gate of Silence to recite a poem. There’s no actual gate, just a passage through dirt and sage. It’s a place, hardly different from another, windswept and innocuous like everywhere on the m…