Passage To Peace
There is movement in stillness.
It is the sway of images,
a kaleidoscope of color
that washes the sky,
breathes into oceans
and smokes mountaintops.
There is light in darkness.
It touches the skin
with heated whispers.
Candle tongues of flame
caress nerve ends gently
with soft, hot licks.
There is sound in silence,
drawn in with each breath.
Defeat and triumph
dance to a melody,
blend into notes
of soul cleansing bath.
Meditation bestows peace,
calls forth memories.
Spirit takes you
where you belong.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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