A Poem - Rest Here

Contemplating Stillness

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Hello everyone. Good morning here. I hope that you are travelling well on your wisdom path.

I am little by little getting my head and heart around writing and publishing. I have to say it is more than a little bit liberating and enjoyable. I feel deeply about the importance of discovering and expressing our inner wisdom in the world. It seems to me that our very existence as a species depends on it.

So that is what I am, and will be, writing about. I really value and appreciate your thoughts, experiences, feedback and comments. Why? Because my sense is that there are many many many people “out there” who have a deep commitment to helping create a world where connections and communities based on love and wisdom can flourish. Often the media fuels the momentum of the darker side of humanity, to the extent that the huge numbers of people doing amazing work and beautiful things with their communities seem voiceless. My hope is that this will be one more place that the voices of wisdom can be heard.

So…today’s post is just a poem.

A little background. I have always loved writing, including a poem here and there scattered midst the sometimes chaos we call living. I have not shared these poems with anyone other than friends and family. All the usual challenges…not good enough, nobody will be interested, leave it to the real poets etc. You know the drill.

I finally decided to stop avoiding the risks.

So deep breath…here is a post that is just a poem.

This one came to me one morning when I was sitting on the verandah and taking in the morning dew glistening on the good work of the spiders overnight.

Here is the recording -

One of my subscribers asked if I could also read the poem, and other posts, onto a recording. Thank you for that suggestion.

It seemed like a good idea.

It is called Rest Here.

Rest here
A moment
Rest here

From the heart of silence
Emptiness
Space less
Time less

A gossamer thread appears
Unseen
Unheard

The explosions of the Sun
Flaring its fingers of fire
for millions of miles
Endlessly, catastrophically
Meets this unseen thread
Across space, time and emptiness
As a gentle glistening in a morning dew

The creator of the thread
Unseen, unheard, unknown
Tiptoed in the night
Beckoned the sun and the dew
To reveal the morning joining

Rest here
A moment
Rest here

There is a whisper in the thread
Almost imperceptible
Listen
Calling us to the heart from whence it appeared

It is sacred
This thread of life that we are
The Whisperer beckoned a power beyond our imagination
To alight 
Gently
In a moment
To celebrate our arrival
And reveal us to the morning

Rest here
A moment eternal
Rest here

Thank You

Thank you for reading this. I really look forward to your comments, insights and recommendations. My hope is to build communities of interest around those of you who resonate with these posts. Over time we may connect and find ways to act together that serve the world, starting with ourselves, our families and the communities we live in.

Thank you for spending time here.