Contemplation in nature


In the restless
State of what is
The trembling
Bouncing fire-work
Of my soul
Life
Can be and
Is fatiguing

In the woods
The stillness of nature
And their realms
The snoring
Wood burner
Gives me peace
Rest
To settle further
In my means

It is always what is
What will be
I am the master
Of mastering myself
One day going up
The other day going down
Driving my vessel
Onto the path
Of my soul

Seek what is seeking you
Do not try hard
Fast nor do your best
All is to become one
Attuned with self
And all what is
Is okay
Meantime get grip
On your inner stillness
As your source needs
Contemplation too…

Love, Irmgard