Then we breathe

Sometimes there is only silence
It’s dark
It’s cold
There is still
The moon shines

We sit alone
We observe
We wait
We see
We hear

The inhale of breath
The exhale follows
There’s the gap
Between the exhale
And the new breath

There in the gap
There is life
There is the moment
There is the connection with all
There is the universe

Silence is life
The stillness teaches
The moment unfolds
Without sound
Then we breathe

Watching a river

‘Old Father Thames’ by Philip Dodson

Watching the river

It flows endlessly
It flows past
The water shimmers past
The sky is reflected in it
The river is looking for the sea

The river does not fear reaching the sea
The river does not hold back
The river does not wait
The river is brimming with energy for its journey
The river knows its purpose

The river is watched by a man
He sits and watches it pass
He wonders about the river
He is taken by its purpose
He is in awe of its mighty flow

The man ponders life
The man ponders his life
The man thinks about his purpose
The man thinks about his journey
The man pauses and realises he fears the sea