constant dews

a retreat

from time,
from sun and moon,
from birdsong and flowers,
but not to a forgetting

a retreat
into mind,
to rest-in-self,
to refresh under
constant dews of thought

a retreat

into contemplation,
to fly kites with possibility;
sleep plants the seeds for tomorrow,
so sleepers awaken to a world in bloom!

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Stillness Sings

This flower opens to the silence within.
The silence within opens
to the supreme stillness without.
Stillness sings;
the flower knows this
because it is alive:
the song is what draws
the bud to bloom.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen