Friday, October 02, 2015

The Temple of Falling Leaves

After I have done all I can,
when I have nothing left to give,
I need some time
in my green sanctuary.

I lay down 
in the soft grass
in a room that smells of
cedar and solitude.

In this temple of falling leaves
there are sacred artifacts
that remind me that there is
beauty in imperfection.

Light pours in
 through the canopy
with a message so elemental
It cannot be expressed in words.

So I breathe
I simply breathe
until the tension leaves my body
and the frantic drumming
 of my heart
eases to a 
steady tranquility.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather I wish you restoration and peace.


Out on the prairie said...

It is so nice here today I can't think about doing anything but enjoying the day.A rather laid back Friday.

Pom Pom said...

There is NOTHING like a good rest in nature. Beautiful poem.

Nan said...

Wonderful. But I couldn't lay down outdoors for the bugs. I know. Not much of a nature girl. But I do love being outdoors, especially this time of year.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

These words
are beautiful.
Think I will head outdoors to the woods
but it is raining :)
Just what I needed at this moment.
Thank you...

elaine said...

What a beautiful sentiment.

Tessa~ Here there be musing said...

-clapping hands- I think I solved the "Blog Size Issue" for Everyone!!!!!


Aisling said...

As canning nears an end, I can begin to imagine a day to just relax! Won't that be nice!

Yaya said...

Beautiful writing, and very inspiring.