The Power of the Void
Let the silence succeed
We live in a fast paced, go getter world,
Where we rarely stop or even slow,
Busyness a necessity,
Where it’s all go, go, go.
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However, there is much to be said about quietude,
The blessing of the lack of noise,
The beauty of the silence,
The ability to live with poise.
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Meditation of the dark void,
A place where our answers hide,
In silent suspension, the opposite of our busy lives,
The lack of noise, even a whisper denied.
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Take the time to wallow,
To lay back and enjoy the bliss,
The slowing of our life,
With errant thoughts to dismiss.
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Stillness and quiet time,
The essence just to be,
The breath quietly exhaled,
And the inner senses to see.
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Allow the silence of the void,
To move you at your own pace,
Silently nourishing each individual cell,
As you surrender with grace.
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Replenish your over anxious soul,
With the fortitude of silence,
Drown within the nothingness,
Until you build up a self reliance.
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Shimmy this tool into your arsenal,
To be utilised in time of need,
Burned out, stressed out,
Allow the silence to succeed.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (6)
Your words here are so relaxing. It's like meditation. Well done.
Colleen, this poem reminded me. Just how blessed I am to live in a rural town. I especially liked, "The essence just to be," To sit and ponder who I am. Thank you, Diane.
I feel silence is so underrated. It's like tye best thing ever! Loved your poem my friend!
Superb!!! Loved your closing line!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
With both hands gently, tenderly & appreciatively wrapped around a cup of hot tea.
Profound and beautiful… I had already hit the heart by verse three when I felt goosebumps ❤️✨🕊️ Thank you for this!