Moments of Our Life … Sometimes touch our heart

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      Anna
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        Moments of Our Life … Sometimes touch our heart

        Shadows dance on nearby sunlit walls
        and moments fade like whispers
        in some half-remembered dream,
        while the conscious silence in our heart
        brings sudden inspirations
        like swirls appearing in an unseen ocean
        touching every star,
        helping us see life as a journey
        where we find and know the hidden
        weaving intelligence through every moment,
        helping us see there’s always
        more to understand,
        more to know,
        while the silent song
        sings all through our heart,
        bringing meaning to the ordinary
        and the everyday.

        In the deepest inner silence
        there can sometimes be a shift
        in our knowing of ourselves,
        as though the conscious universe
        dissolved us everywhere all through itself,
        with every star and synapse
        woven in a sacred dance,
        their spiral orchestration all arranged and tuned
        so the eternal could express itself
        as this moment, now,
        a moment that so touched our heart
        it became somehow part of us,
        like when we gazed at stars across the endless sky
        and caught a glimpse of something
        almost inexpressible
        in all the restless clamour of the everyday,
        the universal soul woven through all life,
        the harmony of silence
        becoming visible as light,
        the hidden whispering
        all through every heart.

        Sometimes we can hear this silence,
        the song of the eternal,
        the hidden flower bringing intuition
        to artists of the soul
        and keepers of the inner flame,
        showing travelers of the inner path
        the hidden beauty woven through all life,
        the hidden beauty bringing tulips
        and the silent poetry of wisdom
        whispered to our inner ear,
        revealing the eternal,
        the almost inexpressible, the Tao,
        while shadows dance on nearby sunlit walls,
        and moments fade like whispers
        in some half-remembered dream.

        Paul Mulliner 2024

        More poems and essays: https://medium.com/@paul-mulliner

        Photo: photo by Soliman Cifuentes on Unsplash

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