Through the twittering green
the sky flickers turquoise
Lying back, feet rise
and the whispering silence
sneaks up suddenly
cradled by the close support
Floating, floating
in a peace eternal
Into an eddy
where the frogs emerge
onto wild shore
Two words must be relinquished
to know peace
“If only…”
I accept what is
I am joyous now
There is a depth
beyond the ripples
still and caressing
And even when the tides
or ungracious storms
collide rambunctiously
The peace
below the surface pervades
Continues to envelope any
who descend there…
Sing it Alive…
When in unconsciousness
choices in the dark
may lead to labyrinthine paths
When in a hurry
opportunities for inner peace
may be passed by unnoticed
When in fear
the stifling weight of inaction
may look like boredom
Sing it alive — the antidote
let it rise up from your depths
How may days spent in contemplation
with only the One foremost in the mind?
A few moments here, several there
perhaps a retreat of hours or days
now and again, at some point
Still, like the mustard seed faith
or the scientific magic of leverage
the power of a single moment
plugged into the silence
– the sacred silence in the Presence –
moves mountains of sludge
and self-willful thinking
into the light of Love
