Wednesday, 23 January 2013


And I am searching
Losing my way

You have reminded me
to practise
Practise calm
Every day


I went out seeking
And stopped

Breathing in
a purifying breath
Quelling the fidgety form
To submission


And the little boy
came to me
Wearing a hat of yellow brocade
A golden  temple
on his head

He smiled
One of his lives
At me


And here you are to remind me
You who have stood centuries
And stood for what?

You elude me
Then you come and bring your light
And I want to be where the light is

Diana Moore
January 2013

From an observation during a meditation in 2009

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