Monday, October 14, 2013

The Field

There is a field
In no place
An empty field
Except for me

It is a field of
Rich and loamy soil
Fertilised with tears
Unseen, except by me

It is the field of now
A quiet and solitary place
Yet I am not alone
I am with myself

I stand in no place
Deep within myself
I am grounded in this space
Myself and I

In this place
Accompanied by this silence
I wait

And be still

1 comment:

  1. A solitary place can be a place of peace ... I love this one.