Why do I keep thinking that things happen
That there is drama
All kinds of ups and downs
Desperation between two short-lived chunks of contentment
Why do I keep looking for an escape
Something better, more fulfilling
An adventure for my little self
Lest it would plainly die or disappear
Can I not see the call of steady ground
The unstoppable peace behind it all
The depth of the unfathomable soul
That rise not but stays unshakable
Can I not see that my worse dramas
Are but ripples – maybe not even this
That sink into a space so vast
That nothing – oh nothing! – can move it
Can I not see the blaze of immensity
Running so close, dancing before my very self
Making itself so very obvious and present
That I have to strive to miss it
Can I not see that my blindness, forgetfulness
Is but a futile escape from a release so plain
A readiness to see that just behind my ache
Stands already revealed my completeness.
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Text and photo by Alain Joly
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Suggestion:
– Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)
The Dawn Within 