Makeshift Altar

Body and mind
accept the peace
of slowing down
as the hunger for pace
and needing to do
retreat in the silence
of the soul’s intent.
Dismantling the throne of self
for the makeshift altar of being
what is real rises from the dark,
satisfied as the evening sky
aglow with the joy of returning.




Makeshift Altar


11 Responses to “Makeshift Altar”

  1. T Johansson says:

    Oh, yes… 🙂

  2. Eric Dunn says:

    Nice imagery. I would have added “and heart”.

  3. This matches so much my experience, as not so much doing and whole lot of being. This is a place of knowing all is well in the kingdom.

  4. Sigridh says:

    I understand this deeply, as it describes so well the phase I have been experiencing since my recent retirement. Oh, yes, “what is real arises from the dark, satisfied as the evening sky aglow with the joy of returning.”

  5. David Banner says:

    Wonderful image, Don……return again to the One I AM….away from the frenetic ego strivings…as Rumi says, return again, over and over…..

  6. Pichay says:

    Thank you, Don. In the street elders joke about so much busyness, unable to properly retire. Here, you substitute different language for conscious ones, compassionately considering the letting of increase of Being, and less doing. My shadows seem relentless, because the fire of Love intensifies.

  7. Patrick says:

    Very appropriate – spent the weekend in nature by a creek – the songs sooth my soul!

  8. I totally get this one, all the way down to my toes!

  9. Tom Figel says:

    I’m sure you are writing from intuition of a condition many others, not your experience. There is no slowing down when it comes to Don Hynes. Good thing. Our daughter and son-in-law are visiting, just talked about you and your mutual friends last night.

  10. Frank Urbschat says:

    These words are very soothing to my soul/me as soul. Thank you Don.

  11. Maria Jimenez Frid says:

    How often we do busy work without taking the time to profoundly know ourselves in the mist of the garden. Note to myself, never forget to ponder in the beauty of the gift. I love the inspiration of your beautiful words, Don.

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