POETRY

A Pinnacle of Peace

 

 

 

Somewhere beyond the drone
of the beehive psyche
lies a pastel mindscape
imbued with gentle hues
of knowing.
A perspective
uncluttered,
unhurried,
free of conflict,
of wants
and needs;
desiring-less;

and here,

in sated silence,

serenity dwells.

 

 

Paradoxically
somewhere
is here,
right here,
right now;
not a destination,
not a striving,
but
feasible,
accessible,
attainable,

doable. 

Not the absence
of toiling in;
disorder,
difficulty,
drudgery,
chaos and
confusion;
and yet
still finding;
composure,
  unruffled mind,
 calm heart,
a pinnacle of peace.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2014

 

By | 2018-08-21T14:23:05+00:00 February 1st, 2014|1 Comment

One Comment

  1. Amy June 1, 2018 at 8:37 am - Reply

    Love this! I live in this world of chaos and pain and I am immune to it. I observe it from the outside and wonder why they can’t see the door my kind hold open. We call them to our sanctuary but most refuse. They are mesmerized by objects and opinions.

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