There is a Holy Place
in the hills
of my world,
and in my
mind and heart,
I go there,
as needed
there are no thrills.
In 'The World'
when sets in pride,
I must run away,
I must hide
Clear my head
and my heart,
in silence,
for me
this does start
Sometimes, in time, stillness sets in
Some time outside of time,
no will
re-
begins
When I'm empty,
when I'm gone
The Bright Light
slowly
turns back on
Stillness is
my best friend,
when there is
no me
there's nothing
left
to defend
In stillness
a wave
starts to
rise,
its flow
awakens me
to my demise
A blessing this is
to my real eyes
The end of me
is the end of desire
the end of future
there is no liar
Timelessness
Silence
Humility
Expiation
Purified life again
and all relations?
Free of feeling
anything...
but Elation!
Thinkingness returns
when body/mind is
ready
Thoughts again
creating reality
Again attempting
lasting pureness
Loving each
as they
want it
with perfect
awareness!
Dense I am
as a physical man
I don't always
pick up on
nor give
the
lovingkindness
here and now,
right at hand
How can I be
open and more
aware?
So I
never ever
do offend
nor scare?
I best handle
things
right between
the eyes,
I like
directness,
tender
raw
vulnerability,
fear
always
subsides
I ruled a Kingdom
and am a jester
but hide a heart
pure
soft
gentle
kind
silk...
no
polyester
; -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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