inner quiet | Dena McKitrick

Stillpoint

There –

That still point within

Without which

All is chaos

There –

Is the home

Of your peaceful spirit

Stepping out of the dark wood

where dappled fronds hide

tucked away between falls and rock

……………………………………………………

Stepping into meadow rich

green and flowers

butterflies and birds

A gurgling stream somewhere

near the pond with sunning rock

………………………………………………….

Thus, begins an inner journey…

There’s a mystery

surrounding the question

Of its origin, its destination

And so, she sat

with the what if’s

until her head was spinning

Yet always her heartbeat was steady

Inspired by blurred wings
of jeweled and joyous hummingbird
and the languid lurch
of true and intrepid turtle

My heart travels
at its own speed
as I journey through
spicy and bland
juicy and dry

And even when I stomp out
the sparks of fiery controversy
infecting my peaceful brain

Upon quiet self reflection

in the silence of his quiet mind

He knew his inner value

the truth of his true self

It was good when he remembered that

in the rushing around of his day