Unburdened by the night,
freed of phantoms,
I wake in gray dawn
to the river-sound of traffic.
Earth muted in descent,
quietly I spread like snow
the silence of my heart,
and discover this day
how deeply I belong.
photo by Dennis Brown
Reading of “Quiet Descent” with music by Vince Guaraldi Trio
Don – Beautiful poem & photo. Rejoice in the beauty & mystery of life & nature.
“…quietly I spread like snow, the silence of my heart..”
Very evocative, very nice, Don!
Quiet Descent moves like breath returning to the body—unforced, exact, and awake.
In the hush between night and day, you reveal belonging not as arrival, but as surrender.
Don — Just as your unburdened wordsmithery imparts, one’s Earth-muted heart silently melts ever-so-slowly, like fallen Snow after its descent, in order to then soak in deeply, where I/We, amid the sacred quietude of Love’s abiding Presence, truly belong.
I experienced your message viscerally. 🕊️
Beautiful! Thank you Don❤️
Ghosts, these phantoms, are given permission in our knowing to see our true belonging in the treasure of entering blessed Light.
Thank you kind friend