Walk in silence and with each step,
breathe in, breathe out.
Feel the weight shift.
Listen, smell, touch.
Soft moss, hidden pond, gentle breeze,
orange mushroom and
ruffled lichen,
a hidden bench.
Trust that your flame will find the way.
Cease grasping and
absorb silence,
compassion, peace.
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
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June 9, 2015 at 7:42 pm
Absolutely lovely, Betty. The beauty and the stillness that you capture seeps into me. Thank you.
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June 10, 2015 at 10:37 am
Thank you Joan!
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June 9, 2015 at 10:10 pm
Betty- You are a mindfulness poet! What a wonderful practice. Kay
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June 10, 2015 at 10:37 am
Thank you Kay!
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