Stillness Sits By the River

Stillness -
she sits
by the river,
her eyes
they flow
across ripples
stretched
into eternity;
they cavort upon
brusque rapids,
and pebbles
sanded
by serendipity;
her eyes
they dance
with river weeds
that airbrush
wind and water,
while thoughts
unfurl
to rest upon
the magic
in a drop
of rainbow water.

Being

the tireless ocean
rests unto
the breathless sky,
green flags on brown
step daintily
with the dancing wind,
steadfast banks
quietly watch
the rushing river,
clouds of eiderdown
wander through
invisible paths;
a torn heart
slowly learns
the art
of resting
into
life.
Do nothing.
Being.
Here.
Is enough.

"Beingness"

Today
when I close my eyes,
there is no longing;
there is a simple "beingness".

Today
when I close my eyes,
I open my heart
to myself;
a tiny leaf free falling
to rest unto itself,
on the warm, moist earth.

Today
as I open my heart,
the gentle rain from my eyes
falls into the deep well of stillness,
the relentless waves of my breath
rise and fall as they give and take life;
the ripples on my tranquil heart
dance with abandon in the morning sun,
the quivering leaves in my throat
are caressed and stirred awake by the passing wind,
the lone baobab stands rooted in my gut -
a silent oasis in the empty desert sands,
the brewing storm of wild thoughts
explodes into the darkness of my mind.

Today
as I open my heart,
I see, I feel,
I touch, I hear;
everything is inside me,
when I simply "be".