2017
The art of being -
Here.
Where the past is created and the future explored,
It is the filling of one’s lungs
And the release of another’s.
Here, is a mixture of senses
Some suppressed
And some aware;
Feeling the things that cannot be seen.
Where signs are presented
And a breath of peace is given-
Giving knowledge and understanding;
That here is where one ought to be.
Here-
A place where you are not just a mark-
But where you are marked
By the warmth that is cooled with each breeze.
Your body syncs with the energy of the ground-
Where pride meets humble
And everything is in unison - No rushing about,
No fighting thoughts.
[ Just letting them flow -
O n e -
T w o -
Then nothing for a while as you begin to understand
Here peace is constant
Not just consistent;
It’s discovered in every second and appreciated
Continuously.
Here it is not forced, and it is found with ease
Between fear and freedom
Of not knowing;
It is the semi want to stay -
Fighting the urge to move on.
Here the calm is so strong you forget to breathe
Yet a power so overwhelming you gasp for air;
This is the here -
The now;
This is the art of being. ]
About the Creator
Pōlani Monderen
Modern-day nomad attempting to share experiences through writing in a natural, unhindered way; leaving only footprints of ink wherever I wander.
Author and illustrator of "The Elements: A Poetry Journal" by Wick House Publishing.
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