I stand inside this doorway
with patience and my daydream
What thoughts arise between now
and the moment somebody utters when
Look around at all these photographs
none of which I see my reflection in
Seconds pass and in the background
a choir is repeating what John Lennon
said so cogently a long long time ago
And here I stand next to where you might
be standing quiet too asking in one voice
How long (how many lifetimes) until we win
Winter earth
Hints of Spring
Ice sings a ripple song
Big sky
Serenity clouds
Moments of still
Eagle content
This quiet watching
Canada Day
How long
I’ve lived already
barely
realizing the quiet quite obvious:
inspiration
means breathing in
while conscious.
I aspire now
to more than
mere presence.
One day
all that breathes life
and enchants our souls
all that we love
all truth and beauty for which
our lonely hearts yearn
will be saved from ruin
by subtle maps drawn for us
in the quiet rooms of
poets.
World needs more quiet.
More lightness.
More harmony.
More warmth.
More peace.
More friends.
Less snarl.
More ssshhhh.
So much anger in the world
So much hatred
So much kill
Be we quiet madding voices
Be we peaceful
Be we still
Live, honour life
Love, our will.
Give neither
glance nor precious
breath
to threats of killers’
lurking
hollow-eyed wait
but honour Peace
dedicate every
step to Love.
Forgiveness,
when you can.
soft shadow possibility
forever lurking inside
hardened walls of ages.
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