It Only Comes From Within
It Only Comes From Within
While sought eagerly,
mirage like, it vanishes as you approach,
only to move further beyond you.
It does not come from without,
nothing that you have done,
rather it only wells up and warms and sates from within.
The end of the day-
Camped on the Canadian Shield of the Boundary Waters
overlooking the reach of Saginaw.
Or the closeness of Other Man Lake as
the fire crisps rise to mingle with the stars overhead under a full moon
while loon’s call.
The end of the day-
in a well worn chair in the great log room
before the flowing glow of coals,
as you recycle the memories of the day in silent quietness.
That time of day-
when the young children have been
put to bed, given their glass of milk,
prayers given and tucked in,
the driving rain sound drenching the metal roof above.
That time when you are aware
that a deep breath slowly taken in
cleanses and releases you from whatever there was.
Contentment, fullness,
only comes from within, welling up.
Contentment not with what you have done,
only with the acceptance of your wholeness, with all its richness.
The fullness of who you are, shed of vanity,
shed of desire, only who you are.
David Holmes
May 21, 2021
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