Clarity

I find myself amongst the living but in a place of non-belonging. 

Commercialism swirling, spinning, growling, killing.

Peace and still are at my core,

I want for nothing more.

I don't know how to bring that still to the busy waves around that seek to kill. 

I close my eyes and look within.

I seek the calm and safe and still.

It makes me feel connected to those who have passed on.

No fear in dying, their songs sings on. 

Perhaps at peace they now know it all?

Clarity rings her bells at dawn.

Their minds are clear, they've passed through their storm.

Their ship has sailed to brighter shores. 

Not that I'm ready to cross that line, I hold this life in my palms like a treasure. I appreciate that it is precious.

 The sands of time, slipping perfectly through the glass timer. The narrow path it first must pass.

Appreciation for all that is true.

 Not materialism, power, or fame.

But the morning dew on a blade of grass, the trees that sway in the wind, a tear on another's face, the gift of touch, to embrace. To love, to hurt, to lend a hand. It's all a symphony, perfectly planned.

 There are those who live way above this gift, unaware of the tides below that shift. 

They are too busy, rushing around, to quieten down, to hear the sound. The heartbeat of the world around. It has it's own breath. She speaks so profoundly to those who tune in to her voice . 

It all has purpose, it all is life.

 But again, we have a choice.

 Dig deeper into her soil, there is richness there. 

Far beneath the spinning and the surface cheer. 

Here is where I find myself.

 Rolling in this deep. It's where I hear her heartbeat.

 I breathe here well, my soul does gladly swell.

 I find my freedom here to speak, to make sense of this deep.

 It is like a well, deep and full.

 I drink of it's goodness. Her dark solitude heals my soul. 

I realise,

 I am not lost at all. 

Rebekah knight. 2013