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:
Thanks for thinking of National Poetry Month! Huzzah!
"Heron earth", indeed. ;) Well said.
Simply lovely!
Lovely poem!
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