I know it’s there
An inner rippling
When I crash about
And call for it
It doesn’t make itself known.
When I rush about
It retreats,
Respecting my frantic flurry,
Biding its time.
It can wait a lifetime,
Hidden,
If I don’t still myself.
It faithfully approaches
Anytime I settle in,
Settle down.
Sit silently for an hour
Or more
And I feel it stepping out,
Wild,
Wary.
We acclimatise to each other’s presence
And if I bite my tongue long enough
It speaks.
Wisdom trickles out
And I scoop it to my mouth.
It tells me what’s important,
Who I am,
Where I get my worth from.
In pace
I live out who I am.
In peace
I learn who I am.
Oh heart, lungs, limbs,
Thought patterns, to-do-lists,
Judgements, criticisms –
Slow down.
Be still for more than a breath.
I need to hear my spirit today.
