Seeking Still Waters
As I sit in meditation and come to breath,
There is such a clamor within my mind and heart.
Each shouting for attention and seeking an audience;
As I sit, I am seeking the still water.
As minutes pass of continuing to come to breath,
I begin to settle down, quieter, quieter, then a shout.
I come to breath, quieter, quieter, then I begin to see,
That peaceful pond, as I am seeking the still water.
As my mind calms and thoughts float through,
With unattached wonder, I begin to see what it's all about.
Within the calm, the motives and intentions can be seen;
As I sit, just simply seeking the still water.
The pool is never completely still as the ripples do attest.
A leaf drops, the breeze moves, a water bug dances,
A fish breaks the surface to feed, this pond fully touches life.
I look deeper inside seeking the still water.
Distractions are there, and mindfully it's back to breath.
I see within the gates of my life, observing, not judging.
Deeper within not pushing away the emotions or the pain.
I am seeking the still water, still seeking the still water.
Back to breath...
13Dec07
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