Our walk to discovery <br />was blessed, with a <br />silence wrapped in <br />music, the songs, <br />the tunes of birds, and <br />the rustle of the leaves. <br /> <br />Looking up we see <br />motionless, unmoving <br />small white wispy clouds <br />tinged orange, brushed <br />by some unseen artist in the sky, <br /> <br />A rising filtered sun, <br />casts soft merging <br />shadows, and gives <br />a morning light, that <br />warms, comforts, settles, <br />opens, mind and soul <br /> <br />As we walk a probability, <br />an expectation for the <br />unfolding mystery <br />of dawns first light <br />comes over us, after all <br />we are looking for <br />a very special place. <br /> <br />We amble, moving slowly, <br />searching, looking, so we <br />can discover hidden <br />places, spaces, answers, <br />solutions, to the worlds <br />of mystery in our minds. <br /> <br />Then the melody stops, <br />Natures Orchestra quietens. <br />Now under the lovely painted sky, <br />the rising warming sun, comes <br />a hush, a stillness, a Golden Silence, <br />and a realisation that in our own <br />true Selves we are truly one. <br /> <br /> <br />08-09-2008<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oneness-7/
