Soul Satisfied
The mug, warm in my hands,
not needing to be a goblet
overflowing with grand ambition,
but simply this familiar weight,
this gentle heat seeping in.
The rain outside,
not a storm demanding attention,
but a soft curtain blurring the edges,
a lullaby for the busy mind.
The silence in the room,
not empty, not a void to be filled,
but a spaciousness,
allowing thoughts to drift like clouds,
unburdened by urgency.
This small patch of sunlight
on the worn wooden floor,
not a spotlight yearning for an audience,
but a quiet affirmation,
a golden whisper of enough.
The slow, steady rhythm of breath,
not a race against the clock,
but a grounding,
an anchor in the present,
where all that truly matters resides.
Contentment,
not a boisterous celebration,
but a quiet settling in,
a knowing glance exchanged
with the still, small voice within.
A profound peace
found in the gentle unfolding
of an ordinary moment.
©bfa050325
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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