A heavy blanket of quiet lays over my home and surroundings
Silent rain dribbles down the window
Soft breeze stirs the trees
Foggy mist covers the landscape
Everything is hushed, muted, softened
Like the patient waiting of a meditating mystic
The haunting prayer of a mourning dove
It is a silence that is pregnant with waiting wisdom
New thoughts, new hopes, new ideas
Incubating in a womb of gentle calming peace
Nothing demands attention
Everything rests in simple Beingness
Abiding as Time stands still
It is a perfect day for curling up with a good book and letting all ‘do-lists’ and agendas drop away until the world wakes up once again.
What is it my cat sees
That I cannot
When, suddenly, he looks up,
Leaps and reaches high
It cannot be stars for we are inside
Perhaps an angel passed through the room
Or, are the fairies playing tricks?
I envy my cat for that
I would like to play, too,
With the angels and fairies.
Minute by minute
Day by day
Year by year
Life goes by
And when I remember
Three significant moments
They are morphed together
As one big significant event
But did they really all happen then?
All at once?
In that sequence?
Within one year?
Perhaps they were years apart
Or in three different life times…