I want to be embraced within the loving arms of solitude, quietly plant wildflowers in all my hidden corners, feel the gentle cleansing rain fall from my eyes into a pool of calm, clear waters – to nourish the life within to grow and reach the skies of my heart.
The cup Of my solitude has been emptied Spilled out upon the world Bit by bit Lovingly With reverence I pour From the quiet of my heart To renew the well Once more
How can I possibly sleep – When the night is so pristine? And all the incessant voices of the day Have now been cleansed from me How can I possibly sleep In this solitude … so serene When all I want is to bathe In the magic of this silent stream.
A Quiet Heart 