A Single Spoken Word
As I sit losing sense
of time and space
and my relevance,
to all things external.
I cannot help but drift
into the depths
of my unseen solitude.
Reaching deeper and deeper
into the questioning heart.
I observe the fluid flow of
the outward seeking dreams,
that wrestle with their
to remain undefined
and yet, in the same moment
are the most joyous aspects
of my absolute fulfilment.
My contentment resides
first and foremost
in the eloquence
of the space my soul illuminates,
with it's yielding warmth and vibration,
like the dance of celestial doves
through the thermals of the morning sky.
The harmonious frequencies combining
such sweet, subtleties within the 'I'
that refines the selfless gentility of my
ever evolving compassioned heart.
There is no yearning, no limited
vestiges of wonder untold,
no thing to grasp, no thing to hold
the purity of flight from being
known and entirely experienced
yet, untold and without evidence .
I sit still and silently I grow,
extending as the roots of a tree
into the fathomless earth,
invited and nourished without
a single spoken word
and I breathe out my story
with every exhale.