Beneath the sheltering oak,
in repose a figure lies,
lost in memories and thought.
Unseeing eyes stare out
into the world,
yet see it's entirety.
Mere whispers of
suggestions and hints
drift on the breeze.
Nature coddles the
unfettered mind,
embraces and invades it,
guides and nourishes it.
Insects still buzz 'round.
Leaves still flit.
Trees still reach heavenward.
The continuum swirls 'round,
whether the figure is there or not,
whether it is aware or not.
It is in stillness, in quietude
in reflection, in contemplation
that enlightenment occurs.
The divintity is found.
1 comment:
very deep. I like it. Thank youfor sharing it.
Ray
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