Quietness

I was quiet the other day,

an open field,

grass sprouting,

clouds drifting,

I was there,

but could not get past,

the sadness of age,

time slipping,

I could not see clearly,

no pushing through,

hope fading.

A spark came,

with wind blowing on it,

a flame,

brought life,

I could hear my heart,

beating,

mind traveling,

through time,

understanding,

the earth,

or a piece of it,

spiritual eyes,

hearing,

realizing light,

there is no age,

no pain,

in eternity.

 

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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