On a still DAY there is
Omnipotent clarity.
A flock of birds in the
Far distance
I probe inside their minds
Beckoning them, carry me.
On this still DAY NOTHING moves
Except the sun and the sea
And whatever I will, it will be
Somewhere on another plateau
A bell is ringing. I will it to
Cease. A canary is singing.
I will it to be.
Flowers are blooming at the exact
Time I inhale a fresh bouquet.
Everything replenished.
Nothing expires.
This still DAY will last and LAST,
UNTIL everything comes to pass.
A TRANQUILITY forever.
Eons have elapsed and this still
Day is still
And has not faded.
Everything OF it is tangible, as
I will it.
The still air
The bird songs
The fragrant bouquet
The awe of it all
As I will it.
It begins.
And nature is purely,
Pleasantly pleased
HERE IS BLISS SURROUNDING.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Enjoyed your poem very much, I like the idea you've presented here. 'As I will it', appeals to me, feels like having control over life, it is very freeing. Love you poem, give you a 10! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn