Holding Still
Shhh, let’s make our way to the forests
Shhh, hold on and hold still.
Can you wrap yourself around me
Just hold on and hold still.
Breathing so slowly
Moving is no more
Hold you within me
In peace, just the peace.
Attentive, so attentive
Not missing a heartbeat
Holding the peace
While you’re holding still.
So let me start singing
Singing to you and everyone who dares to take a listen.
Do you hear me singing? Can you hear yourself sing?
Don’t need my mouth for that either
But I’ll sure sing forever.
Of joy
And of love
Of the joy to be loving forever.
-©2011 Irina Hale, May 5th, 2011
Irina,
Great poem! I see “Hold My Hand” and “Best of Joy” in the pictures and your poem expresses the process of becoming unafraid, in total faith/trust and by becoming still inside we can hear that inner voice that knows everything, sees everything and therefore understands everything, so the sorrow can be replaced by joy. Anyway, I love the combination of the pictures and the poem.
Your friend,
Elmira
Thank you, dear friend! This stuff happens when you read a lot of Dante Alighieri , Khalil Gibran and basic Sufism, and decent cough syrup, hehehe.
Hope Maastricht was everything you wanted it to be!