Saturday, September 10, 2011

Meditation













The near-full moon gently
beams on my upturned face
listening to my quiet thoughts.
Very aware of the hardness
of the sidewalk I am sitting on
cross-legged, my
hands rest loosely, palms
upward, on my knees, mental
mantra smoothing the wrinkles
from my turbulent mind.
The trees tickle the wind
in soothing whispers as
the dog reclining on the grass
next to me alerts me
with a quick glance to the
presence of a buck deer,
studying us from the shadows
of the apple trees.
We all hold our breath in
peace.
(Posted for Poetry Pantry #66, 9/11/11)

3 comments:

  1. "The trees tickle the wind" love that!

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  2. I like mental mantras in the moonlight...

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  3. Just beautiful. My heart heard this:

    The trees tickle the wind
    in soothing whispers as
    the dog reclining on the grass
    Just lovely!


    California Ink in Motion

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