Birds’ echo their soft song.
The silent whisper of the humming leaves.
Found blowing in the calm wind.
I am left still to contemplate.
I’m tired of thinking.
Only in circles do I go.
Remembering old thoughts.
I yet again stumble upon.
The trees sway.
Rooted deep to their being.
Silent teachers they are.
Seated beside the river bank.
The reflective surface in the drifting tide bewilders me.
Glorious is the presence of the sun which glistens upon is surface.
Primitive my being has become.
I am left to be meditative.
The homes on the hills are barren and rustic.
I try not to interpret what I see.
From what I think I see.
But to rest in feeling.
Piercing through the hearts longing for truth.
To finds my hearts true voice.
Nature’s deliverance stands strong.
Unattached to the desires of the flesh.
I walk free.
To adore new vision.
To open myself to life’s true calling.
As I Sat still upon the echos of the silent night
Acrylic Paint, Charcoal and Gouache on Hard Paper Board.