Let Us be Still

Let us be still, now.
No deliberations or constructions.
Even a few brief moments
Without the requisite evaluation.

Let us be quiet, now.
Words convey silent messages,
While actions dutifully communicate
The truth of a moment.

Let us be free, now.
Choosing to relish today:
Enchanted by the present,
Unimpeded by ourselves.

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Winter’s Coat

Interminable flurry,
Conceals the city,
Composes the streets.
Dense and insulating,
Worn by the outdoors.

All becomes soundless,
But for the tinkle of snowflakes
On top of frozen depths.
Winter’s coat warms me,
Like the glow of moonlight’s reflection.

A Dream’s Dream

Intro: Last night I experienced a first: A dream within a dream. It was pretty awesome. The vivid imagery of my dreams inspired this poetic recounting of what felt like such a real experience. I will leave it at that, without explication of the meaning….

I walk lightly through perpetual fields,
And wheat beards caress my cheeks.
Overwhelmed by a sea of gold,
And the sweet smell of the countryside.
The sunlight forms a silvery halo
Around thin grey wisps of cloud
Which texturize the azure sky.
Exultantly free, perfectly silent,
I lie down to rest.
I close my eyes, and begin to dream…

In the far off distance, you are there,
Unaware of my presence or my gaze.
Looking out at the cerulean glacial lake,
Contrasted by majestic mountain peaks,
Separated only by immortal evergreens
That reach tenaciously for the Heavens.
Miles exist between us and yet there’s closeness,
A comforting knowledge in each of us
That great distances are bridged by love.

I awaken to my reality,
Peacefully astonished by my dream’s dream.

Warm, Loved.

With face pointed to the sky I bask, enjoying the luxurious warmth of the sun on my golden skin. It’s as if the heat gets underneath; penetrating my core and warming me from the inside-out. My heartbeat slows, my breathing relaxes, my muscles calm. I create moveable artwork behind closed eyes; a myriad of vibrant colours dancing on the backs of my eyelids. There is no sound but the crashing of waves onto the expanse of fine sand; no voices can be heard, not even in the distance. In this moment, I am unaffected by any circumstance, notion or person. This solitude is healing. I am still, confident, and bare. I am untouched by the world. In this perfect state I am exposed yet loved, accepted and whole. I can but dream that this peace and splendor would last forever.