28/11/16
Just Being – Peters Poem
Just Being
Sitting,
Just sitting
On Mother Earth,
Secure.
Absorbing Surya’s rays.
Listening,
Just Listening
To Terns and Wildfowl and
Their Soundtrack of
Communication.
Watching,
Just watching
As the Tides’ stillness
Edges
Deceptively ever nearer.
Waiting,
Just waiting
As ripples radiate
Revealing
A hidden Presence.
Breathing,
Just breathing
As Prana’s flow
Ebbs in and out,
Revitalising.
Stillness,
Just stillness
As all things ever changing,
Flow
Transform
Into this
Moment.
and then
Changing,
Just changing,
With no Beginning ,
Never Ending
Just Being.