Resting in 'selfness', flowers colour forth, with <br />Brilliant hues. They do nothing but be <br />What they are, and can therefore wholly give <br />Of themelves with intensity, while we <br />Have to be so much to many. Our faces <br />Have manifold sides, but trying the still <br />Serene 'being' with which nature erases <br />All else, we too can find quiet and thrill <br />At the peace felt inside. Like the flower <br />We have a beauty, though hidden, that shines <br />From our core with awareness. Power, <br />Resulting from calm, means we can refine <br />Every moment, then colour with love our <br />Own self. Stillness does for us as with flowers.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speaking-of-stillness/
