I am grateful for the Quiet in this House
that I dwell in...
that I dwell in...
Immersing me in the Quiet within;
the deep Stillness, with only the whir of the ceiling fan
and occasional distant sounds that somehow soothe...
the deep Stillness, with only the whir of the ceiling fan
and occasional distant sounds that somehow soothe...
It's as if the "House" is not my house -
but houses me anyway -
like the body "housing" my Being,
allowing IT to dwell here,
living in these spaces...
but houses me anyway -
like the body "housing" my Being,
allowing IT to dwell here,
living in these spaces...
The "House" is still - yet alive,
breathing in and out with the breeze.
I can tell by the way the curtains softly sway...
Its space holds my "things" - that
aren't my "things" - only accumulated
symbols of a life lived: spiritually, creatively,
intuitively, meaningfully -
mementos for someone else's attic someday.
breathing in and out with the breeze.
I can tell by the way the curtains softly sway...
Its space holds my "things" - that
aren't my "things" - only accumulated
symbols of a life lived: spiritually, creatively,
intuitively, meaningfully -
mementos for someone else's attic someday.
There is exquisite peace in the mind
in these Quiet spaces...
in these Quiet spaces...
No stories, no ruminating on the past,
No mental fires to put out,
No trying to fix anyone's problems,
No inner conflict,
just the deep Quiet of Being -
communing with the Stillness within me...
No mental fires to put out,
No trying to fix anyone's problems,
No inner conflict,
just the deep Quiet of Being -
communing with the Stillness within me...
Life goes on as it has been
and I remain in the Quiet of my Soul...
and I remain in the Quiet of my Soul...
Mystic Meandering
April 2024
April 2024
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ReplyDeleteI do like the phrase of "the Quiet of my Soul."
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