One’s mind moves like restless waves of ocean
Surging up and down on foreign shore
Sifting, shifting, swirls in constant motion
Leaping forward, falling back once more.
Washed in froth – white-crested emotion
Till sand gives way to rock, secure and sure.
Then, turns the questing tide to calm devotion
And rests, in placid waters, centred as before.
© Patricia Lamont
I loved this poem. I do meditation, and your words beautifully capture the process of settling the restless mind into a place of stillness.
Patricia, I love all your poems. They reflect such an appreciation of nature and sensitivity to the nuances of life.
Thank you for sharing them.
Joan
This poem reminds me how troubles seem to fix themselves
Sometimes a good nights sleep does it.
And sometime it takes terrifying months of worry and anguish until the shoreline and calm water is reached
I know what its like to feel alone in a storm tossed sea.
And looking back, Its nice to know how well we float, when the next storm hits us.
Beautiful combination of words. I love it.
Magical. So vivid and powerful, I can’t get enough of this one.