Blue Sky after Rain
Silence, peace and the Hidden
Everywhere,
there are those who know
the Hidden, the Source,
the conscious soul of the universe
weaving intelligence through life,
birthing kindness,
and the common spirit of the people,
bringing the inspiration to change our world
with insights so profound they can’t be said,
as though the universe were knowing
what it is to live our human life,
its inner poetry of realization
gifting us new meaning,
as all the while,
the cry of birds in the soft, early light
is blended through the colour of the sky,
the rain, and the rolling, languid swell
of the nearby river,
making tide bells clang and echo
all across the bay.
One intelligence underlies all life,
one universal soul breathes
through every heart,
and all is woven with the stars,
and sometimes we can almost hear
the fleeting, beautiful, and always silent
song of the eternal,
a hidden flower of light,
intuition, a silent poetry of realization
revealing the eternal becoming human
for the brief timespan of a life.
Subtle harmonies becoming visible
as fluid patterns of light,
the haunting cry of seagulls
playing with gentle winds above the river,
the sound of river bells heard
inside my heart,
the conscious eternal helping me find
an inner path into its hidden garden,
a place of silence deep inside me
where illuminations of new meaning
sometimes bring a fleeting moment,
a glimpse, no more, of wisdom,
while it suddenly begins to rain.
Cover image: Photo by Colin Watts on Unsplash
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