Smiling To Myself Poem by Norah Tunney
Smiling To Myself
He is sleeping now
his shaved head bent over like a monk in prayer,
I feel the holiness of the moment
and rest deep
in the midnight of his breath-
smiling to myself.
Good for you Norah Tunney. You keep smiling! Wonderfully calming to read and be pleased that the mind is at ease...................................................................................
That is the key Edmund a peaceful mind. Then as you well know, we can see be present to the wonder within and without. This human adventure is endlessly captivating. Thank you friend
Yes we are constantly showered by Life. Sometimes I pinch myself and say I'm alive i'm alive what an amazing gift.Thank you Rajneesh
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9/22/2024 11:38:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Simply beautiful, Norah. One of my favourite poems for a long while. Describes that peacefulness of the soul perfectly and with a fine economy of words.
Thank you Tom, it came from a place of deep contentment and peace. Kindest regards to you friend