THE QUIET HOURS
It is in the quiet hours
When drops silently fall
From a heavenly branch
As will and cadence
Blend stillness and motion
Into the recipe of heaven and earth
As I too receive
And become
A servant to waters’ way
The fluid path of non-resistance
Intonations of Love’s Grace
Who am I
In this melody of creation?
But the air upon which
I am sung
A brief and tender echo
To Times’ passing
One note among the many
Heard forever within the ether
Of the Akasha.
It is in the quiet hours
When listening is my net
That I can remember.
-Tru Starhorse WindWalker
Feb 13, 2024
Image by Лариса Мозговая from Pixabay
