Sit, stand, or lie
it’s the letting go
for a short time,
the normal
pace and musts of life.
To relax,
to retreat,
down time,
that sweet restful quietude of
peaceful nothingness,
without guilt or thought
of undone projects or
of others and their needs
or of love. Just the calm,
doing only what sustains
life—
enough breaths
in and out to be
conscious and aware
of the peace,
the silence,
nothing but the
sounds of time
passing, well spent
recovering fully
from living.
© Bill Reynolds 5/7/2019
Chill for now, look later to see both ways.
While in relaxing rest, gaps are meaningless.
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Beautifully conceived and constructed poem, Bill. The serenity of meditation shines through.
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Thanks, Marilyn.
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As you say, “it’s all in the letting go”. Beautifully written, Bill.
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Deeply, deeply, deeply enjoying your poetry, Mister Bill. Keep ’em comin’, man.
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you.
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