Minding the Soul
It was just a stretched out word
that eases in on the still and quiet
when a moment lingers
on the edge of forever
hovering, contemplating, pondering life.
It is a deepened observation
of the colors of the sky,
the changing of the seasons,
the innate natural beauty
of the world around us.
A longing search that aches at the spirit
pulls at the heartstrings, breathing,
heart beating light and gentle,
causing us to wonder, question
who and why we are.
It is a moment in time
where you need not be
anyone but yourself
in this here
and now.
It is a focal point
in time and space
in history and its making
in the artful act
of minding the soul.
For the contest of Chantelle Anne Cook
Mindfulness 2/8/19
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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