Poetry ~ Searching

When looking for answers
where do I begin?
I'm either looking up
or I'm looking within.

In the past, when searching,
I've cast my eyes to the sky
but I'm gently reminded
answers are found inside.

In the practice of stillness,
the answers flow.
I've become friends with silence.
As above, so below.

Poetry ~ Winter

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In this land of winter,
     stillness calls my name
     and with each fallen snowflake
     autumn’s forest is reclaimed.
In this time of winter,
     the darkness reaches deep
     and draws light from the night 
     as woodland creatures sleep.
In this time of winter,
     in my cabin by the stream,
     I rest my weary body
     and allow my heart to dream.
In this time of winter,
     my eyes grow grey and dim
     and I foresee the coming
     of this life that’s soon to end.
Yet, in this time of winter,
     I am reminded of ‘the way‘ 
     that just as nature falls asleep
     she shall awaken one spring day.

Poetry ~ Stillness Speaks

Today I will take the first step
to slow down and catch my breath. 

And find, as the season’s pass,
a gentler world where my soul can laugh. 

Where I alone create my future
and choose the life I wish to nurture. 

A place where – stillness speaks
when you’re ready to listen.
And laughter echoes in recognition 

of what you thought was surely true
and now you see you never knew.