A silent mind is not idle.
It makes up for words with observations.
It listens to what others cannot hear through the chatter.
It sees deeper than what others on a canvas may splatter.
Though it’s not sharing,
Its there all the time,
watching,
feeling each ebbing moment,
awaiting,
anticipating things to come,
caring for new arrivals,
new thoughts,
new ideas,
never distracted,
never missing a beat.
A silent mind is far from silent.
It is reflected,
by what comes into being.
It is acknowledged,
even rewarded for its patience.
In deep thought it ponders;
on what was,
what is,
and what will always be.
Stunned by the truth,
when it finally chooses to speak
it brings total silence.
As all will listen.
J M Lysun
How seldom do we have a silent mind, waiting to receive of our Creator. Beautiful poem full of wisdom. hugs, pat
Thank you for showing your appreciation. Isn’t it revealing, that even though we have so many different religions and cultures, we all hear and cling to the same Wisdoms?