Zen Balance

Once clouds in my eyes blocked
the silvery burst I’d see at night
Life’s sweet, sweet music went unheard
and dust in the wind
made the river cry

but,

after the storms took a gliding swan-dive
she shone through all the veils
she wore protecting her modesty

Her halo embraced me as I walked
back out of a muted fog
One in which I couldn’t see
back into the balanced clearing
back into clarity.

I was going home to where
my heart has room to love and
many more rooms to spare.

We live in mysterious ways
and don’t need for spells to
be broken.

The ship of dreams I sail upon
is as clear in vision as a peel of
church bells

Life, is ever changing.

Sands upon the shore
wander by night and day alike.

I have to be this free
have to be me
Was born to fly high
where not only the wind
can breathe.

No matter where I am
Earth’s beat will always find me
come wind, and rain or hell-fire
I am myself
the journey home.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Shared with dVerse Poets  Poetics: Balance
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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

35 thoughts on “Zen Balance”

  1. This was so beautiful
    I can see and hear the sand sift
    Love the church bell
    I think of nature as my church

  2. Your poem brings so many of the precarious moments of life to light. Seeking balance in all things and maintaining them there is so difficult, and your poem reveals both the tension and the overwhelming passion to find that necessity.

  3. love “dust in the wind
    made the river cry” and

    “I was going home to where
    my heart has room to love”

    this i felt all through the reading – beautiful and insightful, as always

  4. I was going home to where
    my heart has room to love and
    many more rooms to spare.

    Yes, that’s where life’s rewards are, the home! It offers everything that one needs. It offers the balance to external threats. Great thoughts Bren!

    Hank

  5. No matter where I am
    Earth’s beat will always find me
    come wind, and rain or hell-fire
    I am myself
    the journey home.

    I love the last stanza! This is very nicely done!

  6. Balance in life really is everything … isn’t it? Well done. I enjoyed the tender approach to self in this poem.

  7. “and dust in the wind
    made the river cry”

    beautiful! a stunning poem! one of my very favorites.

  8. This poem is so soothing, confirming of nature and my own natural humanity. Beautifully crafted. I like the words you chose.

  9. Sorry for the delay in commenting our internet was out for several hours – thank you for this deep breath, a reminder of what’s possible when we find the quiet center. Beautiful.

  10. Beautiful! The first verse is so rich on its own, but I’m glad that you were able make a way out of the fog. I hope that the room always stay full and that your wings are light with endless flight.

    There are so many pieces that I love in this: the sand and the shore, the rooms and the spells, the dreams and the bells, freedom and ones self. All of it, I love. ♥

  11. “The ship of dreams I sail upon
    is as clear in vision as a peel of
    church bells”

    Like the contrast of clear dreams but also the acceptance of:

    “Life, is ever changing.”

    Your work is always so thought provoking, Bren, well done!! 🙂

  12. So true……each of us is our own journey home. Had not thought of it quite that way before, but it rings so very true.

  13. I especially like the ending… Reminds me of affirmations or positive thinking.

  14. No matter what comes due, away your words fly too. Just make sure you have a soft place to land, as crashing would not be grand.

  15. I have to be this free
    have to be me
    Was born to fly high
    where not only the wind
    can breathe…love this..so true…makes me just breathe a bit deeper..

  16. love the closure on this…finding the beat of the earth…i am myself the journey home…

    I was going home to where
    my heart has room to love and
    many more rooms to spare….home def always helps in the healing up from the road….

    because life is surely ever changing…smiles….

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