Treasure Island

Michael Wride

(December,5th 1968 / Wells, Somerset, England, UK)

I Sit In Solitude


I sit in solitude on the beach,
In the silent early morning,
To listen to the stirrings of my heart,
And the voice of love,
Who whispers in my ear.

There is joy as the sun rises,
At the boundary of sea and sky,
Its light nourishing my body and soul.

And now,
A feeling of tears welling up,
And of humble understanding.

In the silence the secrets spring forth,
Revealing themselves,
As the vortex of violet and golden light pulses and swirls at my brow,
And the white light drips down,
Filling me with the pure, blissful light of knowing,
That the Universe is alive,
And so am I.

Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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A poem written following one of my early morning yoga sessions on the beach at Whiteraok, Killiney folloed by a swim! It is such a special, still place.

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