Saturday, May 15, 2010

all there is

when time
has no relevance
or place

in silent contemplation

as if you were
simply being
this moss-covered rock

is all there is


Elisabeth said...

Oh the beauty of a moss covered rock, this time contemplated in silence.

Thanks, Steven.

ellen abbott said...

lovely steven.

Dave King said...

I really think I'd like to be that moss-covered rock!

steven said...

hi elisabeth - it's a space to allow for quiet. there's lots of noise available all the time and everywhere. steven

steven said...

thankyou ellen. steven

steven said...

dave - yes there are days, moments even where the quiet and peace would be lovely. it can be achieved through meditation of course. steven

hope said...

And sometimes quiet is simply enough. :)

Linda Sue said...

Yeah, that rock, all cozy with it's moss sweater, has it made- and then on top of it's perfect rock life has a lovely poet bicyclist come by , take a photo, appreciate it, and feature it in a blog post. It didn't have to make an effort- just being qualified it...and the observance from an aware soul passing by.

Reya Mellicker said...

Oh yeah. I am SO a moss covered rock!