I sit quite still
becoming like the trees
in deep-rooted silence.
There is an old song
in the hushed music of the earth,
of ancient stone, rustling leaves
and forest dreaming.
I climb the vine covered walls
using stillness as a braided rope
and drop like a cat
into the garden of the eternal.
Reading of “Rope of Stillness” with music by Jack White
Every quiet word, every syllable, each line, evoke this stillness. I feel this fine quiet state vividly as I read. This is magic! Brilliant mood, and perfect landing. Poof! Here we are, right where we belong.
With gratitude…
Don — Love this poem & your reading of it. Your pace is perfect & lowering your voice on “drop” in the 2nd last line was inspired. I’m sitting here gazing out onto the Atlantic Ocean on a bright Sunday morning at Wild Dunes, Isle of Palms, South Carolina. Our children are coming in this afternoon from Chicago for a week’s stay with us. I have dropped like a cat into the eternal. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Bonita!Gracias!
This is gorgeous, Don. Thank you. Maybe it’s just my imagination that it’s new, but I’m hearing a different dimension in your recent work — more magic and wonder, perhaps, more spiritual buoyancy after a hard winter of enduring.
Regardless of my imagination, this is an exquisite poem. Thank you.
Don, This was so important for me. This is true and real and thanks so much.
Don, thank you for this feast for the senses, pervaded throughout by a profound stillness.
Don, this poem is a beautiful elucidation of what we find and experience in our stillness. Love is abundant there, where we drop into the garden of the eternal..it’s wonderful to join you there.
In stillness, for sure, we see eternity………….thank you, my poetic friend!
What a beautiful image, Don…bravo!
Dear Don, We have enjoyed sharing this one with several friends. It is such an appealing and relatable invitation to the way in and through.