Coming To Rest

Rest is my Aman Cara
I keep in my pocket bringing me home to the stardust I am
My inner voices, the breath of kindness, taking me to rest upon the Seabed
to fall upwards, submerged happily,
A current among currents,
so completely alive

Elevated calm and stillness in deep meditation,
Arora Borealis, calm vibrating
Riding the crest of the wave with the silence of a lamb
Born and reborn again in this restful energy
Facets incorruptible,
The true self returning home, rested
We can never fall out of this love

A poem made from the word chain responses at out online meeting ‘Coming To Rest’ November 2021

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