Cleansed of stress
and ill feeling,
root fed and purged,
I relish the inner space,
the sympathy with what rises.
Deep green has touched the earth
though cold winds stir the sea
and spring waits
while the ancient balance
holds the churning wave,
the tall swaying trees.
Letting go I am found,
emptied out I am full;
beyond the doors between us
a land rich with peace.
Beautiful, Don. Thank you. I will join you there as soon as I can.
A quiet meditation in a world gone mad—I’m right there.
” Letting go I am found, emptied out I am full ” What a beautiful description of our soul .. at rest. Thankfully received.
Lovely. Trusting the ancient balance…sympathy with what rises.
Truly a Beautiful Reflection… Peace is always a good place to BE.
Don. Beautiful how you hold the churning waves to settle within us. It reminds me of a Tibetan poem: “Rest in natural great peace, This exhausted mind. Beaten helpless by karma and neurotic thought, like the relentless fury of the pounding waves in the infinite ocean of samsara. Rest in natural great peace.” In your poem you speak of the cleansing that brings this great peace by going to that inner space. Only there is that natural great peace. I so appreciate what you are tapping into.
Listening to Mozart’s Requiem as I read your poem. His music rises from beyond the portal of the mind, composed as it was in the chambers of his heart. This poem is such music to the heart, your word an invitation to follow your musings to “the land rich with peace” – the inner terrain of love’s abode. I am there with you my dear friend. Thank you.
So beautiful, Don….just letting what arises arise with no resistance……..
May I be calm in respite, and nourished in peace–and know the difference.
Thank you , Don
Some call it a poem … I call it a Way