Mindful Repose

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.