Surrendered to the morning,
the coming day with pressure to do,
I leave the night, the darkness
that wraps me in its blanket
and teaches in dreams.
To love the light, the touch
of spring rain on open leaf,
is to join the green world
and all that’s rising,
yet I remain in root,
following water down
through dark hollows
to the unerring food of silence.
photograph by Willard Walch
Yes – the unerring food of silence.
Beautifully put, Don. Thanks.
I love this don – the sacred grows in silence. You describe so much with so little words.
Gracias mi amigo!
This one REALLY speaks to me! Thank you.
The dark and the light…both part of our world experience.
Don, this is so beautiful, leaving me with a profound sense of peace.
Thank you for this poem, Don – Through it I am reminded that earth and sky meet at the crown where trunk and root connect – and resting at this blending point I know my own royal nature, which is equally at home in both domains, united in the crown – part of me sweeping skyward through trunk and branch and part of me following water downward rooted in the earth.
~ These words embody the experience I have of still being present and alive here in this moment ~
~ Yesterday morning I was present with a very dear friend as she departed from her body ~
~ I then drove to one of my favorite places on a nearby river and sat… Rooted in this world knowing that all is well ~
~ Grace ~ Grace ~ Grace ~
~ Thank You Don ~
Touching to my core! Thank you, Don!
Hear, hear to all the comments. Beautiful poem, Don.