The Essence of Stillness

I have recently returned from a wonderful yoga retreat in France.  While I was there this poem arrived and requested I write it - so here it is!

The Essence of Stillness

Perhaps it is in the morning mists that swirl across the fields

Or in the petals of a flower waiting to unfurl

Perhaps it is in the rise and fall of the belly of a sleeping cat

Or in the bowing heads of sunflowers missing the summer sun

Perhaps it is in the echo of a dragon fly's wing

Or in a blade of grass swaying gently in the breeze

Perhaps it is in the weight of an acorn that falls from a tree

Or in the shimmer of a moonbeam reflected on the pond

Perhaps it is in the curl of a frond from a passion fruit plant

Or in the redness of an autumn berry newly formed

Perhaps it is in the iridescent light captured in a single moment

Or in the crisp leaves that snap underfoot

Perhaps it is deep in the centre of me, aligned to my beating heart

Or in the softness of my breath moving effortlessly in and out

Perhaps it is there as I lay in stillness

Or the stillness lays in me, ever patient, waiting