Hush quiet, the music begins, you tingle, and feel the chords pluck your heart. The melody comes, up and down goes the lilt and the rhythm of life flows through. Your blood runs faster and your heart beats tremor from the sound. The song from a distance purrs, and gradually comes closer. Your body relaxes now, you feel the beat of life come pulsing through. The music is close now, closer than it has ever been before. Now you can see, feel, smell, hear and even taste the joy of this orchestra of life. Ideas, creative pictures, answers, come tumbling and jumbling through your mind. Now yes! life becomes real, and you feel a delight at all you see. The rhythm slows, melody softens and love comes through, full of compassion, full of caring, gentle happy feelings, a beauty for the mind. Now dark clouds can come, changes occur, but the joy, and serenity we feel will never change.

Just like a flower that slowly opens through the night, to burst open with different shades of pink upon the world,
glowing with a blush of morning pink upon its soul. No words does it speak; it shows a presence has come forth.
It is a truth a reality all by itself, proud in the garden of our world. So must we grow in silence through the winter of our unhappiness and wait the spring of change, to grow with grace in the warmth of summer light and sun. Autumn comes to bear the fruits of our silence and a warm content envelopes us, that give us strength to face our winter storms.




Bob Blackwell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiet-mind/