Enough
Some find meaning in the din of city life
While I live in the mountain's shadow,
Content with stillness.
Every day I wander serene pathways,
Some in the forest and others in my mind.
My way is simple.
A hawk chooses its tree carefully.
My sanctuary is far from noise and lights.
The stars are enough.
After a while, one starts forgetting words.
A glimpse of shimmering water brings peace.
Thought dissolves like mist.
When shadows give way to bold moonlight,
I sit in the silence with stilled breath.
Sleep can always wait.
I never tire of the mountain’s beauty.
Seeing beyond her form is my challenge.
To watch is enough.
The seasons are life’s call for change.
When days grow short and crisp
It is time to withdraw.
With the cold wind on my face,
I hold to my center when the path is steep.
My staff is enough.
I welcome what comes,
For everything brings contentment,
Even the blizzards.
When winter reaches its end
The snows will melt without effort.
That is the way.
A full moon rises behind the ridge,
Its light flooding empty space.
This moment is enough.
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Written September 6th, 2006
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What a reclusive life you must live. I myself much sooner prefer the "din of city life." But this poem embodies the serenity it portrays. This is a quiet poem. Each line to me seemed very deliberate in the fashion that it is unraveled.
"After a while, one starts forgetting words.
A glimpse of shimmering water brings peace."
Indeed, your poem very much cools the nerves and brings peace to the soul. -
Gorgeous heart understanding... beautiful serentity xx
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Beautiful!
'A hawk chooses its tree carefully.
My sanctuary is far from noise and lights.
The stars are enough.'
What a joy to read dear words from you my poet! And what at joy to see how we all love the flow of your pen and praise God when you speak to us! Love flows from our hearts right to the limb of the tree you sit on! We look at the stars with you.
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Thank you, dear Brother, Presence, for your uplifting comments. You know me too well... my weakness for the most profound things... like Nature and solitude and poetry of the kind you write. My appreciation for you, my friend, will always remain fresh and new. Thou art That. And so it IS. Peace... ~S
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Poet Divine! How wondrous to see new ink flowing from Your inner Self to the digital page - blessing us all with the serenity and insight that comes from One saturated in the Their own authentic Being.
A full moon rises behind the ridge,
Its light flooding empty space.
This moment is enough.
Amen! How all of us with our various perspectives can identify with Your position, and Your appreciation of Your particular point and place in time and space.
As You have been known to disappear from this poetic environment and fade into your wooded splendor, I have to take this opportunity to express my personal appreciation for You and Your works. I cannot overstate the importance of You and the encouragement that came from Your pen when I was but a toddler stumbling upon the digital stage here. Your simple encouragement changed my poetry and in a way has changed my life. Though You are not oft seen, it was those walks in the early dawn of my arrival that stick with me day to day, line by line. Your influence has not faded, nor has my appreciation.
When shadows give way to bold moonlight,
I sit in the silence with stilled breath.
Sleep can always wait.
One cannot help but see Your illumined Self, sitting silently in the clear night air... Awake with Your secrets... and the owl looks on.
All blessings to Thee!
~P
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Thank you, dear Poet AJ, for your in-depth comment. Yes, you are right; a serene path through our life experiences can be found. And as Rod points out in his comment, it really doesn’t matter where we may be at any given moment, “the serenity of simple Being” can be ours... it IS ours! For peace and fulfillment come from within, rather than without. Once we become still and simply observe our turbulent thoughts and then let them go completely, contentment comes, no matter what is going on in the world around us. The secret is to live NOW, in the moment, as alluded to in the last line of the poem.
How very perceptive you are! Your understanding of the last stanza of the poem, that "Emptiness and wholeness are the same,” is right on the mark! This is something many do not realize. They assume that everything is “either/or” -- easy or difficult, happy or sad, full or empty. The darkness of emptiness (i.e., Void, the womb of all Creation) first manifests as the Light of wholeness… and thus, both are the same. From That arises all which IS in the Universe. In That (which some call God) we have our Being. And That, my Poet, is enough. How could It not be? For That/Allah/God is all there IS! Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this write, as well as your wisdom, AJ. Allah’s blessing upon you and your family.
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Hello, Rod! As usual, my brother Poet, you sum up Truth concisely with your insightful comment. What more could one ask than the stillness of Now, hmmm? Thanks for dropping by! Peace and Light… S. -
Your comment is greatly appreciated, dear Tara. You know “that beautiful silence that wells from within” intimately, my friend, and in that, you are indeed blessed! Hopefully, life is treating you gently. Be well!
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Dear poet,This is very heartfelt piece..your poem is a well crafted and thought-out expression of language.
It makes me rethink my assumptions about this world ..It seems
to me like the writer is forging a serene pathway..where his personal(experiences in life..) take on the concept of wilderness..
I feel tremendous sense of space where the human element in this piece is so small, so minor comparing to everything around him..while content with stileness...Even the blizzards bring peace and contentment..that is very deep..shows appreciation to what it means to be alive..and be happy with simplicity of things around...and even your title shows the same thought to me...
Your last stanza is also very outstanding..you closed your poem by a very deep meaning of the wholeness described here as a full moon and the emptiness...described here as an empty space.."Emptiness" and "wholiness" are the same..It takes very soulful heart to realise that ..I believe...and WOW..the power your poem withholds cannot be denied..
This was excellent..best of luck poet..
AJ
Edited on Sep 08, 9:00 because 'Always typos..'. -
Sigh...You have a staff?
Yes, Like Rod. I have to find that experience in urban life.
That beautiful silence that wells from within...but how I love tales of forest and wilderland. Thank you for this precious piece, Silentium, Dear one.
Peace and joy, Tara -
Exquisitely peaceful
Beautifully painted, Poet. Lao-Tze couldn't have put it better. This is the feel and taste of thesrenity of simple Being, at One with the Way, at home in Stillness. And some find it in the hustle and hum of urbanity too.
Be ever bright, Rod
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