poems to one who finds stillness November 26, 2020by heather anne in stillness, the breathseduces the body tosweetly surrender Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
So true — particularly on the spiritual level… :- ) meditation . . . filled with sun-heat my upturned palms Reply
Within is turmoil.
Without calm serenity.
Without sums it up.
Serenity through turmoil ~
Yes! This is incredibly, beautiful.
thanks friend!
Sometimes the stillness
Is broken by memories
Of distant love lost
Lost, or transformed?
Who knows?
You possibly
I don’t think I do. But some things are not meant to be known I guess.
So true — particularly on the spiritual level… :- )
meditation . . .
filled with sun-heat
my upturned palms
beautiful and zen words 🙂
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Nicely done!
Thanks Benjamin!
Welcome.