Carol Mays Poet Free verse

Meditation

In the eye of many whirlwinds
Stays a deep, dark pool,
Tranquil and translucent,
At the vortex of Being,
Forever fed by subtle springs
Which give mysterious birth to
Thoughts pure and lucid
In their easy distillation.
Time is sure to transport, but
Mortality's ride is muffled
In this sweet, serene suspension.

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Line Gauthier June 7, 2021 at 9:47 PM Such a beautiful way to depict meditation ~ awesome poem, Carol Carol Mays June 29, 2021 at 8:20 PM Thank you. I tried hard to put my impressions down on paper.

Steve Humphries Artist March 26, 2015 at 5:56 AM very reassuring words Carol Mays March 26, 2015 at 6:09 PM Thank you.

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis February 20, 2015 at 11:32 AM Never mind inevitability of mortality. Never mind chill and frost, they never last. The good thing is; we're free to find refuge in quietude and kindness to ourselves. How magical restful moments, transporting us beyond whirlwinds. Bless you, Carol. Have yourself a lovely weekend. Carol Mays February 21, 2015 at 8:55 PM Thanks, Iris, for the helpful, caring reminder. Carol