Quieting Mind

Silently I lay
Just before slumber
Thoughts seem to
Rush in from all
Mostly of events
Or what ifs
I take a breath
Breathing in
And breathing out
Focusing on
One key
My breath
Is life itself
Here I lay
I need to
Quiet my mind
Breathing helps
Calms my thoughts
Welcoming my breath
Centering me
Allowing me
To create
In my mind
A place of solitude
Of innovation
Creating dreams
For my tomorrows
To thrive and survive
Quietly now
Just breathing
For what comes next
by Pauline Harris

He Washed Me

We were sitting
Together he and I 
Just talking
About life and love
I asked him
Explain love to me
I had seen so much
I wanted to know
More of love

He left for a moment
I felt all alone
A bit distressed
I longed for him
To return and he did
Carrying a bowl
Of water and a towel

I looked confused
But decided to see
What was to come next

He took my hand
Rubbing softly
Each muscle
Massaging me
My breathing
Slowing down
I am comforted

He takes a sprinkle
Of the water
Caressing my hand
With the towel
This loving care
To sink into
My very being
He said softly
This is love
Please go and spread
This love

By Pauline Harris

A Poem Created

A Poem Created
A feeling was in the air
Words seem
ed to come from nowhere
Floating past those who didn’t care
Some refused to listen
Slowing to make a twist
A turn at the corner here
To find this willing ear
Allowing the words to be written down
The poem came to life
Making the poet glad to hear
For the words found the heartsmile
And made a home for sharing there
 by Pauline Harris

Into the Unknown

Into the Unknown
Quietly, softly
The silence was
Only to be given
A voice to shout out
Nothing was forsaken
Only given a new life
Calling each of us
To take a moment
To reach out
To another
Bringing to light
The influence we
All give to each other
The inspiration
The innovation
The moment of awe
Completing the cycle
Of spirals and dimension
In time and space
To make our lives
Move to improve
Our care of the world around
Our limits are then unbound
by Pauline Harris

Gazing At a Puddle

A puddle shared a beauty

Of a tree and leaves

Shadows reflected in the world around

Appear to see trees in the ground

Only to realize the water is there

For all to see what is happening everywhere

by Pauline Harris

The Paintbrush Called

Art supplies were nestled
All together on the bed
Ready for anytime
The call to come,
They would adhere
Looking at photos
And artwork around
Seeing something
Anything called my name
And there sat the paintbrush
Feeling a little left out
Desiring more
Pick me up, it called
Setting up to paint
I felt this urge
Deep inside an image
Vaguely presenting itself
I took the brush
Slapped on some paint
And to the canvas
My hand was drawn
To images appearing
As each stroke
Led to more
Complete fluidity
And then ultimately
A completed art piece

By Pauline Harris

Passing Angel Tears

Passing Angel Tears
In days of old
I felt a connection
To this one
Who stood
Before millions
Of times
Long since past
Of a teacher
Who knew
All were one
I knew these words
As they resonated
Deep within
But then others came
And tried to change
How I felt
Stating only these
And not those
Somehow I knew
The truth was free
And here it was
In the only place
Of all over, everywhere
For tears flowed
From the sky
From all the beings
From the land
Flowing in the rivers
Flowing in the ponds
Flowing in the sea
For all are created
To inspire and create
To allow the flow
From one tear drop
To an everflowing stream
The loss of one who taught
So many to see and know
The joy is in the living each moment
As one breath leads to another
Ripples downstream
Into every awoken being
Angels here
Angels above
Angels all around
Guide us as we live
And survive to connect
By Pauline Harris

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