Our walk to discovery
was blessed, with a
silence wrapped in
music, the songs,
the tunes of birds, and
the rustle of the leaves.
Looking up we see
motionless, unmoving
small white wispy clouds
tinged orange, brushed
by some unseen artist in the sky,
A rising filtered sun,
casts soft merging
shadows, and gives
a morning light, that
warms, comforts, settles,
opens, mind and soul
As we walk a probability,
an expectation for the
unfolding mystery
of dawns first light
comes over us, after all
we are looking for
a very special place.
We amble, moving slowly,
searching, looking, so we
can discover hidden
places, spaces, answers,
solutions, to the worlds
of mystery in our minds.
Then the melody stops,
Natures Orchestra quietens.
Now under the lovely painted sky,
the rising warming sun, comes
a hush, a stillness, a Golden Silence,
and a realisation that in our own
true Selves we are truly one.
08-09-2008
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oneness-7/
