Quietness settles deep, within a sparkling pool.
It’s substance smooth as silk, swaying in a breeze.
Colours coalesce and gently rise,
evoking harmonies in hidden dreams of night.
Holding hands with destiny is rushing wild,
when stillness anchors hope within my heart.
The vastness of a peace that breathes;
the gentleness of a caress that knows;
the power of a kiss that lives;
All weave seamless tapestries of light.
This light which has no sway,
is always and forever source and presence found.
Alive to know, in being found,
I rise again from depths of crystal clarity.
Twinkling in an effervescent rest,
I return to busyness and strife.
No longer churning, gently living,
I gift with peace the darkening plain through light.
Author – Bill Tidsbury