says exactly what you felt..
Yesterday, some quiet time,
alone
amongst the trees
below the sky..
Talks that you dont remember
laughter
and then
quiet time..
music..
and feeling a quiet happiness..
May be all this is bcoz of
just being present in that quiet time..
No thoughts, no past, no future,
no regrets, no guilt, no secrets..
nothing to do, nowhere to reach,
no mountains to climb
nothing to hide or run away from..
a kind of freedom..
just being present in that quiet time..
just being..
Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.
People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.
Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.
Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.
‘Any Morning’ by William Stafford.
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