I will sit quietly and
Let you pass me by
For I do not feel the rush
Of the ticking time
Nor do I care for printed paths.
No, it is the rise of the dawn
In which my treasure lies.
So I will sit quietly and
Let you pass me by.
I have always had my sacred places. Places I go to find refuge when the world is raging around me. When I was little I had 2-3 such places nearby. I came here to cry, to be alone, to be with nature, God and my soul. I wanted to do something to honor these places, so yesterday I went to my sacred place in the mountain, and I drew this heart.
Let us leave the night to its shadows
as though darkness’ breathing
were forever stilled
Let us swim across the keening river
where ghostly waters pale and cream
then dance around its lucent rim
like spirit-blooms in tranquil fields
Let us journey on to stillness’ shores
where immemorial seas grow young
removing veils of skulking shades
where untrod secrets are kept
then sketching dreams on barren sands
in prayers’ sea-borne nests