But unharmed
With closed eyes
Quiet mind
Feel the wind
Ruffled and
Unsteadied
Solid stance
Discovered
Stronger now
Balance found
Face the wind
Face the rush
Of events
Step forward
Ruffled and
Unsteadied
Solid stance
Discovered
Stronger now
Balance found
Face the wind
Face the rush
Of events
Step forward
In the emptiness
Of my quiet mind
I discover the contours
Of being
Keening wind
Reaches bone
Ferry lists
Returning home
Wistful sigh
Beauty storms
Quiet mind
Soon refilled
Mundane time
There’s calm there
I fight my way toward it
Seeking the source of such peace
But bucked and buffeted
By the tumult
I make no headway
In the intensifying storm
Between
The day behind
The day ahead
When time
Is all
My own
A quiet
Internal
Revel
In the beauty
Of it
All
Each a fleeting moment
Seen in the context
Of another realm
And none too clearly
What they are
Where they are
Who they are
Preconceptions projected
Upon an object
Obscuring the features
Of the object
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
In this world am I unbound
Softer than the lazy breeze
Which barely ripples cross the sea
Unattached to weighty thoughts
Adrift, perhaps, some might say
Yet guided by the tidal flows
I find my way
On such days
I strive for clarity
For the deepest answers
For the deepest questions
For the deepest experience