There’s a quietness in the shadows.
A lonely place where sadness grows.
A place in time where my mind goes.
Thoughts and memories are my foes.
But I have learned to not resist,
for when I do, they just persist.
I used to fight; I’d clinch my fist.
Shadow boxing, I always missed.
Meditating on dark and light,
it came to me I shouldn’t fight.
Brightest light or dark as the night,
their contrast gives us better sight.
The reason for simplicity,
to deal with life’s complexity.
In my solitude
I listen to the stillness
A calming sound of silence
ANOTHER THOUGHT ON QUITE RINGING EARS
The ears continue
to ring out profound silence,
echoing life:
When the echoes reveal,
Wisdom and understanding?
Ringing silent ears;
let us give God thanksgiving
for echoing life:
Without the quiet ringings,
Would we be in this loud world?!
Let us be happy;
wisdom and understanding
quietly ringing out:
God speaks in so many ways:
Think of quiet ears ringing:-
Longed to be quiet
Desired to be alone
To find myself again
My wife needs attention
My quietness affects our
daughter
They both don't understand
solitude
The seasons are ceaseless
in noisesomeness
All I desire is ceaseless quietness
The Owl screeches in the dead of
the night
Destroys my quietness and solitude
Breaking the array of thought patterns
i had already established.
(Written 26th March 2015)
void of sound it roars
the seas power is silent
unspoken forces
In the quietness of my thoughts
In the quietness of my thoughts, my mind wondered to the throne of God.
I stand in awe at what I see.
A beautiful place surrounded by angels.
Praise and worship flowed abundantly and free.
As I looked around, my mind was free from the cares of my burden, which held me captive.
So quiet and peaceful, my mind was finally free to turn my mind to Jesus and become completely free.
I felt a fresh burst of tranquility from visiting the heavenly sanctuary as I walked among the angels in peace and harmony.
I see the great mansions, and one was prepared for me.
Bright crowns and white garments for all who obey.
The master was present, and I made haste to meet Him.
His love and kindness captivated me.
How one so mighty could make Himself so free to someone like me?
My visit to heaven was indeed special for me.
A long peacefulness,
May signal a sudden break,
Of open ire freak.
There is a place of peacefulness and gentle waves.
I speak not of a hidden tunnel in a lovely cave.
I speak not of heaven, that final place of rest.
It mostly is a state of being when we de-stress.
It may or may not be a physical place,
So evasive and detached from the human race.
But it's a place where we let go and allow tranquility to flow;
Where we pause and learn to poise and start to grow;
Where we cease to be driven and tossed to places of woe.
We light up on the inside, and our externals begin to glow.
It's storming all around, but like Christ, we are quietly sleeping.
We have found our stream of QUIETNESS and assist those yet weeping.
“The gift of quietness- its emptiness-
grants fullness of an aura without sound.”
by _Poet
My hearing has declined as I have aged,
and quietness has graced my life in ways;
especially when writing, it has staged
an atmosphere that soothes during that phase.
Was not till recently, I've come to learn
of sounds that I have missed and hadn't heard-
like squeaking floors, the wind- or to discern
the pounding rain or chirping of each bird.
My hearing aids now offer me this gift;
I can decipher noise once lost to me.
But now for sure, I choose my time to shift-
remove them to enjoy a soundless spree.
And in this space, my thoughts will not deplete;
but with the gift of quietness, complete.
I liked to be quiet,
In a white ferry, between Brittany and England,
Quietness is a precious diamond
To offer to a new girl, or a cat,
I like to be quiet, everywhere,
In a Syrian garden, when the sun freeze the time,
I like stillness of grass in the city,
Il like to be quiet, now and here,
Like a summer road in the desert,
Asking for nothing more, that the buzz
Of a bee, or the gasp of a summer wind.
After 1 a.m., there's no sounds
Emptiness fills the streets
With a kind of eerie feeling
As the quietness mimics itself
For the streets feels
Ghostly! BOO
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep
Where dreams are blown out of the shallow hills
And I, in my solitude, do rejoice
As I take my comfort within their voice
Which visits me as the cool evening stills
And is rinsed by raindrops that mildly weep.
Gone is the rainbow and tincture of day
Lost in the clouds as they swim in the air
And I, in my quietness, drift afar
By merely the light of a silver'd star
Where only the souls of the sleeping dare
Seek a place that is distant - far away.
In the deepest of night, the dead of dark,
When the silent shadows hide from the light
For, shadows are secrets mellowed by age
And, ages are timeless, robbed of their rage,
And rage is bewildered, lost in the night
Yet, still sighs its echo deafingly stark.
Where is the morning to dazzle and glow ?
Where are the sunbeams to fever the heart ?
Yes! morning will come, as sure as the winds,
When the grey of the dusk slowly rescinds
And the fields of sleep will fleetly depart
And the dreams of the hills aimlessly go.
I suppose I would be considered shy
as I'm pretty reserved with folk
having a stammer effect that reserve
find it even difficult asking for a coke
Outgoing would never describe me
even without my stammer, I'd be reserved
some of us just like being quiet
being extrovert takes a lot of nerve
In my early days of life
walking down any town street
when someone walked my way
I'd cross the road avoiding to meet
It's always so difficult to know
what to say if someone spoke
always safer just to stay quiet
your word choice felt it was so broke
Shyness is so much a silent sound
wishing to speak sometimes or not
so many people are shy at heart
since an early age even as a tot
It really is a quietness of spirit
what makes us so we don't know
but one day all will be revealed
by the one who created the snow!
(I've written this piece on shyness, just some thoughts on what I think it means and my experience of it at various times in my life.)
the birds are silent
as the weather is changing
as if one is deaf
Heidi Sands.
10/2/21
Fall, fenced lane, warm sun,
leaves rain except for one.
Gnarly tree stretch out limb
reaching free, soften dim.
Somber swing hangs alone,
wish children bring, grace shown.
8/30/2021
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