13/05/2023
Be Still My Soul
Don’t speak just yet.
Sink into this place.
Sit in your heart.
Close your eyes if you must,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Feel the beating of your heart.
When the mind is quiet,
You will understand
That sweet, deep awareness
Opens the gates
To another kind of land.
There’s no way to
Hold peace
In the palm of your hand;
It’s a mind-body-spirit state
Where everything
Holds
Abundance and magic—
Even a tiny grain of sand.
Be still my soul.
Hear the winds speak, and
Watch how the leaves on the branches
Blow to and fro.
There can be
Thunder and rain,
Pleasure or pain,
But here you are still,
And that is enough.
Stop, look and listen:
See how wonderful it is.
But don’t think just yet.
For thoughts can be
Beautiful pathways,
But they can make you
Forget
The truth of your Self—
How you were born
Of your own star stuff.
Be still.
Look, and
Listen.
Even a mind must rest
To create its best.
So, do not worry,
Dear heart, head, and hands—
You will have your season
To work and to play,
And there is
Time enough for all,
Every single day.
There is time to make no plans.
And what of the mysteries?
How to piece the puzzle together?
Must you always struggle
To know the unknown better?
No, you must be sure.
The silence
You scurry away from
Is misunderstood.
It is not nothing;
It is everything,
Like the color
White
Or the other side
Of the world,
At night.
If you stop and see
What is here to see,
And if you listen only to
What your ears hear,
You will feel your Self,
Dear Soul,
Melt into the moment, and
Peace will be near.
Even in the
Middle of the night,
The light of Life
Is right here.
In this space, always
This space, is
All you could ever hold dear.
Be still, old soul.
Feel yourself—
Alive—
Right here.
Stop waiting to
Start living;
Stop time, and
Be lived.
Hear the sweet melody of
Your stillness, and the
Music that it
Gives. by Jennifer Williamson
