Silence reaches out
Beckoning peace
Tender tendrils of the space
Between words
Allowing breath
To rise and fall to the rhythm of the universe.

It comes not easily
Waiting for the stillness
That evades the mind.

The mind filled with thoughts
Of yesterday’s pain
And today’s challenges.
Let the thoughts float by
Only watching them,
Not reaching for them.

Hope will settle in
A meadow filled with budded flowers
Blooming
Creating extraordinary beauty
Where there was nothing.

Peace will follow hope
In the stillness between thoughts
Between breaths.
Let it be.
Just,
Let it be.

I’ve been working at this, for the last few days.  Letting go of the things that I cannot change about the last couple weeks.  Being hopeful about the new things that I find in my path.  I find myself in the meadow of flower buds, full of possibility of real beauty.  Namaste.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Shutterstock via Google Images