POETRY

This, Only This

“This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds
To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance.
A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky,
Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain”.

~ Buddha(563 – 483 BC) 



…and when I’m still,
my world draws into focus,
my breath is breathing me,
I am being breathed
by my breath,
I am choosing
this,
only this.

…and when I’m still,
 clouds of confusion
vaporise to reveal
clarity of a sapphire sky
eternity enshrined
in here and now,
this,
only this.

…and when I’m still,
the compass appears,
maps of karma revealed,
causality of actions intuited,
freedom of choice
logic in consequences,
this,
only this.

…and when I’m still,
wisdom parlayed beyond;
language,
smudging of silence,
clutter of words,
I unravel
this,
only this.

…and when I’m still,
saturated with love,
connected with all
knowing wholeness,
feeling safe,
gratitude for
this,
only this

Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2013 All rights reserved

Author notes
I experienced an amazing Sunday morning yoga class at Gaia today; the energy in the room was palpable and healing; one of those magical times when planets lined up to reveal a galaxy of old souls being renewed in a constellation of love.  A cosmic sieve that allowed the tensions and stresses to sift through and all that remained was tranquil energy, an amalgam of all the kindred spirits who came together. I am grateful to my students who help me to create this, only this.
Namaste,
Henri


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