silentwoods

silentwoods Dec 2019

solitude

solitude is a peculiar thing, for it is both freeing and bounding.
how can one be imprisoned by their own solitude?

silentwoods Dec 2019

a blanket of white
descends slowly and steadily,
pausing
only to weave silky threads
through the evergreens.
it resides gently
upon its terminal resting place,
muting the muddy earth
with a barely audible "shh.."
and the finality
of an icy embrace.

silentwoods Oct 2019

Blank

Thick, heavy raindrops beat against the window, reflecting the moonbeams as they chased each other down the window pane.
I watched, fixating my gaze on one rivulet at a time as it joined with another, and another, and another.
It was midnight, and I sat wrapped up in a fleece blanket by the window. The steam rising from my mug mingled with my warm breath. My mind was blank, with only the steady rhythm of rain in the distance.

A concept

Sep 2019

Colm

Salmon In The Sky

I love when colored salmon spawn
And leap with ease over towns on high
With rippling waves and glistening sheen
How they bound between these rocky outcrop clouds
And spread their whispy tendril fins
Across the cascading pinkish sky
I love the night just before it breathes
Quiet as waivering gills unseen
When the salmon color seeps into the sky

See?

https://imgur.com/gallery/S9fplYn

#salmon #color #pinkish #hue #sky #nights #first #breath #days #last

silentwoods Sep 2019

patience

patience is not just waiting. it is a practice of composure and humility. if hope is the thing with feathers, patience is a smooth riverbed stone: gentle, yet uncompromising.

Sep 2019

Colm

Breathing, Swimming, Being

There is more to living
Than just a breath
Or a heartbeat being

Just as there is more to swimming
Than the ocean
Freshwater streams
And the pools filled with meaning

Simply put

There is always more
To be
Than being

I love it when my mind turns off. When my thoughts are no longer thinking and I can finally find myself, simply being, in the words. You know? That peaceful rest where your eyes are full and your mind is quiet with thought?

It's like the settling of the sea after a cup of wavy caffeine. Awake, alert, alive, but free. One with the simple truth of being. I am, though I will not be forever. And THAT is OK with me.

At peace and loving it.

BE!

#breathing #swimming #being #simple #truth #seanathon #verse