The beauty of finding your own glade of tranquillity deep within
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Deep in the heart of the oldest tree In the forest that borders the grassy lea At the centre, edging the light-filled glade Lies a richness that, beyond time, was made
Deep in the heart of the oldest mind That knows itself as one with all time Lies gentle and humble, quiet and true A beauty that rises to shape your view
How rich and full is time stood still At the centre of your heart and will A clarity that you couldn’t have made You find your peace, your tranquillity glade
A moment of recognising wholeness and peace, with complete gratitude
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The help is more available than the pain This strikes me as I listen today After spending some time letting words flow onto the page The fearful mind has been exposed and witnessed to, and now it can be still The help appears: available to me in my mind Perfect in its simplicity, glorious in its breadth Its breath moves through me and I recognise its melody Resting in each pause with a true master’s understanding Of sound, and of silence
Rest — internal, graceful What is my lesson today? What do I need to understand? Where in my mind, in your mind, will you take me today? This fiction is a classroom for the evolution of my soul The rest appears; the help is the rest The peace that passeth understanding every instant but now I open into gratitude as the past is released into half-remembered patterns Of sound, and of silence
The world itself is opening within my heart There is nothing outside of the self I am in you Everything is releasing and everything is available All help, all rest, all peace, it is available to me now You are the master that knows only giving all to all You the one with perfect grace, perfect understanding You the only path worth walking in the dreaming of this world In the dreaming of colour and of darkness Of sound, and of silence
Holly Rose Thomas 