When I Grow Still

When I grow still,

Settling into the
Gentle flow of the moment,
I steady my gaze
Into this, not that—a picture Of a dream that is not yet formed,
Doubts resting in holy time,
Mental lists easing their demands.

I find my being in-between times,
when snow is met with rain, as
Pisces ruler of the oceans
Meets Neptune god of the seas, and the skies
thunder and tremble. I imagine
A new world that has grown beyond
Illusion into the truth of compassion, empathy,
And attuned to spirit.

It is time to learn to dance in her flow
and set roots so as not to be swept away.
Moving with the tides, respecting
Boundaries, watching, holding space
for this new vision arising.
An opening of the door to the heart,
To THAT—Simply,
You are. I am. THAT.

Author: Mindful Contemplations

A weekly blog, in prose, poetry, or memoir, finding the sacred within the ordinary day to day experience. I offer inspiration and contemplation on the soul journey of the human spirit, diving deep and surfacing with hope.

4 thoughts on “When I Grow Still”

  1. This is beautiful, Jan. Thanks for sending. Mary

    On Thu, Mar 11, 2021 at 10:19 AM Riverspiritwalks wrote:

    > Janis posted: ” When I grow still, Settling into the Gentle flow of the > moment, I steady my gaze Into this, not that—a picture Of a dream that is > not yet formed, Doubts resting in holy time, Mental lists easing their > demands. I find my being in-between ti” >

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