Sitting Alone

A river courses through my veins  –  its perseverance persistent and resilient. With each swoosh and swirl, the energy of its flow embraces all the curves and depths effortlessly.  Its pace ranges from languid meandering to a forceful challenge to reckon.

It flows without hesitation.  It is vital to my being.  I know its banks overflow with tributaries of experiences, sound, light, vibrations, people, and places – contributing from the meadows of seen and unseen.  This river does not need my physical assistance – it has an automatic intuitive progression of support, placed in motion long before I was born into this world.

My consciousness does not always recognize this river’s strength, its connection or its purpose.  Yet, I know I am on an expedition; an excursion of unimaginable twists and turns.  I discern through this journey, my subconscious and higher conscious patiently but anxiously await my arrival.  I am a pupil seeking keys of further awareness.

Am I progressing at the accurate momentum?  Will I realize my river’s full potential and comprehend its course?

I am but a speck on the Universe’s map, but my river’s contribution is significant nonetheless!

I seek answers through Divine connection  …  sitting alone listening to the silence.

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sitting all alone
listening to the silence
poised awaiting peace
tranquility composure
settles in my bones

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Image Credit

© rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011

A line from
‘A letter to P’ie Ti ‘
by the 8th century High Tang poet
Wang We:

… sitting alone listening to the silence

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