The Garden of Stillness
A poem
A poem
Within me lies a secret garden,
a verdant sanctuary
where the noise of the world falls away.
In this hallowed space,
the soil drinks deep of silence,
and thoughts bloom unfurled,
vibrant with the hues of revelation.
I have tended to this garden,
this sheltered glade within my soul,
to find a respite from the clamour
that surrounds my very being.
The weeds of distraction wither
beneath my vigilant tending,
and the rains of mindfulness nourish the seeds
lying dormant, awaiting their gentle rousing.
In the shadows beneath the canopy of wisdom ,
I have sat, letting the fragrance of patience envelop me.
Whispers of my ancestors murmur through the boughs,
a reminder, that to understand one’s self
is to unveil meaning.
From this garden’s fertile loam springs forth
the harvest of hard-won truths,
that our burdens are light when borne with open hands,
that the storms of life shall pass,
leaving rainbows in their wake.
That we are blessed , partaking of a reality.
So I beckon you into my garden of stillness.
Cast off the armour that weighs upon your spirit.
Let your worries compost at the roots of the ancient oaks.
Breathe deeply of the restorative airs,
and prepare your soul to bloom.
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