Friday, April 08, 2011

Nothing Doing Something Being

I wander with no object

star or near in life or depth

and I feel a boundless Eden

just in thyme to match my breadth.


It’s the peace that passeth purpose;

understanding overlain

with the leafiness of garden

or the feathers of the rain.


And heron earth a span of wings

beats out the driven days,

for the waiving of all purpose

opens daylight through the haze.


--Theresa Bayer, April 8, 2011

Thought I'd include some poetry. This one is about meditation, and its "purposelessness" that allows you to feel deep relaxation and peace.

3 comments:

Rick OzTown said...

Thanks for thinking of National Poetry Month! Huzzah!

"Heron earth", indeed. ;) Well said.

Margo said...

Simply lovely!

Kimberly Vanlandingham said...

Lovely poem!