Wake up to quietude
no rush, tension is outside,
go on journeys, take one step at a time,
slowly step out into the garden
swathed in mist, remembering
that all life is difficult.
Look for truth
among the hedgerows,
dream on earth, behold paradise
capture y teimlad - the feeling,
mornings full of mystery and innocence
before we slip into the unknown.
Every doubt, every suspicion
can becomes a quite ripple,
every unkind word
thoughtless act, cancelled out,
the joy of living still in the moment
the sound of silence such a precious gift.
Yes there is fear, thoughts of death
in loneliness too, the clog of isolation
the world in deep sorrowful contemplation
a paralysis that shapes our different realities
bending and shaping shifting perceptions
thoughts swirling in the vastness of time.
Each birth of day,
surrenders a flash of gentleness
puzzles of thought, floating by
supernatural winds of sensation,
amulets of revelation, revolution
mind in quiet reflection.
In quietude,
no borders are necessary,
stillness encompassing
enlightenment presents itself,
as the riches of our gardens leap,
and the seeds of wild profusion grow.
(Happy Easter Weekend, heddwch/Peace)
Love the last stanza
ReplyDeletethanks again regards.
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