Moving Still

"Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Moving still.

The cold is brisk
 in it’s grip things slow and cease.
Coupled with winters dark night ,
The stillness is heavy.
 In this moment  even air surrenders
to the silence and it’s rule.
Quiet can be a taskmaster,
chaining ones mind to despair,
But only if the mind allows.

It is also in this depth of stillness,
That the soul hears whispers,
Spirit breathing hope and clarity,
Peace as quiet as a butterfly’s breath.
Standing still, the soul ever moving,
To the rhythm of what is.

Not vanity’s race, that wearies man
circling in ruts, stranded illusions.
But rather the stillness, where our essence stirs
Noises of life ceased, soul takes flight.

Warmed in its calm,
I  embrace the star sprinkled winter night,
In this moment,... now

moving still…

Reviews

[Ms. Gruye]

what i enjoyed about this piece is the way you use your classy style to personify concepts: peace as quiet as butterfly's breath, stranded illusions. It gave this poem a wonderful tone.

I do question the use of Caress in the last stanza. Caress to me gave it a more sensual/ erotic feel. but maybe that's just me

viva la

[Kelly Scheppers]

One's soul could not help but be touched by the enormity of your words here. "Peace as quiet as a butterfly's breath..."

...so poetic and beautiful!

[Cherrie]

In the heat of the 1st day of summer this cooled of my soul and refreshed my thoughts.

[Wildfleour]

Absolutely beautiful, with stunning images.

A perfect read on this new year's eve.

[Tracie Skarbo]

Beautiful!

Not vanity’s race, that wearies man
circling in ruts, stranded illusions.
But rather the stillness, where our essence stirs
Noises of life ceased, soul takes flight.

--love this bit...I am looking forward to reading more of you!

[Ladysue]

wow, this is stunning. I love the serene tone of your voice. You have captured this feeling with eloquence and beauty...Wonderful imagery in this piece...Excellent work...

[An owl on the moon]

This is an exquisite write, dancing us through the beauty of the sacred winter... Your words bring us to a place of peace and stillness so few find these days. Thank you for leading us down the path of restoration.

[Lydia]

Wow. This piece really strikes a chord with me. I used to stand outside in the winter time in my parent's backyard, staring up at the night sky, picking out the constellations, and knowing that God was there, because I could feel His peace in the quiet of the night. My soul has flown in that quiet cold, just as this poem says. This is beautifully written, I really enjoyed the read.

[Phibby Venable]

truly beautiful work, perfect in movement and precise,
wonderful images.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very beautiful work... those moments alone in the night is the time we tend to soul search as we allow the silence be our guide... those kinds of moments are captured wonderfully in this piece.