truth

in the garden
of life, truth
grows
amongst
equally
compelling
colours
vying for
attention
and is
often
defined
by the
loudest
or most
visible
to catch
the eye
when heard
amongst the
masses
that in
futility
scream
to try
to blur
the essence
of its
true
measure
like
a beacon
it calls
to those
who
would
listen

Silent mind

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