We grow with silence <br />through the winter of our <br />ignorance as we await the <br />spring of change, to grow <br />with favour in the warmth of <br />summer sun and rain. So <br />when Autumn comes we bear <br />the fruits of our silence; and <br />understanding comes to <br />to give us the strength <br />to face our winter storms. <br /> <br />And so Life begins <br /> <br />Hush quiet, the music begins, you tingle, <br />feel the chords pluck your heart. <br />The melody comes, up and down goes the lilt, <br />and the rhythm of life flows through. <br />Your blood runs faster <br />your heart beats tremor from the sound. <br />The song from a distance purrs, <br />and gradually comes closer. <br />Your body relaxes, you feel the beat of life <br />come pulsing through. <br /> <br />The music is close now, <br />closer than it has ever been before. <br />Now you can see, feel, smell, hear <br />and even taste the joy <br />of this orchestra of life. <br />Ideas, creative pictures, answers, <br />come tumbling and jumbling through. <br />Now yes! Life becomes real, <br />you feel a delight at all you see. <br /> <br />The rhythm slows, melody softens <br />and love comes through, <br />full of compassion, full of caring, <br />gentle happy feelings, <br />a beauty for the mind. <br /> <br />Now dark clouds can come, <br />changes occur, <br />but the joy, and <br />serenity we feel will never change. <br /> <br />Just like a flower that slowly opens <br />through the night; to burst open <br />with different shades of pink, it <br />glows with a blush of morning light; <br />its soul no words do speak, <br />it shows a presence, <br />a truth, a reality, <br />proud in the garden of our world. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Bob Blackwell <br />14-12-2011<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-a-quieter-mind/
