After reading A Severe Mercy
I decided to collect what the author coined to be
Still Points of the Turning World.

Moments
As fine as flour
As ephemeral as the waxing of the moon
Yet as eloquent and lucid
As the vermilion and indigo sunrises in the East
Which take one’s breath away.

I sat in an empty room
Full of people
As I watched my Grandfather breathe his last.
His eyes closed. My Mother’s tears
Streamed across his cheeks.

I ran a way from home
Post Storm. The fading clouds
Loomed heavy, still bitter.
Yet I’d never felt as light
As when I stared across the landscape
And felt the peace of Being
Sweep over me.

I looked at his pupils.
The soul dwells there, They say.
“I’ve never done this before.”
He moved a loose strand of hair
Behind my ear. He took my mouth
And helped me learn.

The thing about
Still Points of the Turning World
Is that they are full of Pain, Longing
Wonder, Joy, and are
Every bit of what makes Life
Worth living.

Simply being aware of them
Germinates the seeds
Curiosity creates
Their space to breathe
And love
Waters the roots.