The Quietening

Cease this cacophany of noise

A restless calling upon your attention

By a world diverting you from presence

Taking your attention away from peace

Turn instead towards the deep well of silence

That lies within you

Bathe in that pool

Feeling the silky calming soothing of its healing balm

Upon your soul

Here in present time is a moment of peace

No longer disturbed by thoughts

What is past is gone

Its ghostly presence

Can linger though

Like vapours

Laying claim to your soul

In your silence

Surely

Remember and mourn

But let that mourning

Allow the loosening of what

In being dead and gone

Should no longer lay claim to your soul

Let that mourning dissolve the ties that bound you

To a painful memory and past

For the present is calling you to

Here in this peaceful moment

Towards resolution

Towards healing

Towards peace