Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Stillness in the Meadow


Stillness in the meadow.
Stillness in the hills.
Stillness in the fields.
Stillness in the valley.
Stillness in the forest.
Stillness in the river bottoms.
Stillness in the lowest places.
Stillness in the heart.
Stillness in the mind.
Stillness in the hands.
Stillness in the spirit.
Stillness in the fabric of time.

Stillness begins in the stillness
of that which cannot be expressed.

1 comment:

  1. Transgression

    What escapes words?
    Thorax among reeds --
    Deep bass grumbling
    Of bullfrog toads
    Hopscotching lily pads.

    What escapes words?
    Microchips crackling
    Among red ants
    Erecting pyramids
    To their queen.

    What escapes words?
    Arkansas locusts,
    Large and burly,
    Rattling death chants
    To the wheat crop.

    In the meadow never
    Is there stillness,
    Thank God; even dew
    Gongs prayer wheels
    Imprisoning sunlight.

    [Disposable Poem February 2, 2010]
    Dr. Mike

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