Love is softer than I thought it would be
Less dramatic, more quiet, like a gentle flowing stream
The passions that once ruled my life
have quietly dissipated.
And I am left with the silence of my soul
And the singing of birds as they wake me from my sleep.
How amazingly challenging it is to surrender
into the softness of my Being.
The mind wants to find something to play with.
Something that disturbs the silence
Yet nothing holds this depth of quiet.
The peace disturbs me now
As I seek questions to answers I already know.
Does the mind want to disturb its peace
To give it something to occupy itself?
Or can the heart rejoice in its freedom,
feeling the exquisite joy of simply being alive.
By Sydney Salt