Ever Still?


Just because
something is simple
doesn’t mean it is easy.
Or pain free.
Formal meditation is as this.

Rising from the place
of sitting still,
are we still?
Is there a place
called ‘home’?

Now! Here!
In the middle
of the busy street
beneath our feet.
Tender repose.

So there is joy
even now
softly with
feathered touch.

Sitting here in Ambleside in a coffee shop, the music is loud, the street is close, the cars pass by. I’m not looking for peace or repose or joy. It is as it is and that’s just fine. Any time of the day. This is for a good friend working on a decision. It has been too long since I managed to make a post. So sorry.

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