The Health of Hush

The Health of Hush

Winds of change swirl and surge,
blow in, around, and through.
In the lull that follows one can breathe,
appreciate calm, let things reorient.
Ever more subtle,
the pull of the moon moves oceans,
tides rise and fall
with in between moments of
noticeable balance.
Each morning,
if conditions are right,
one can witness our star seem to rise.
With it comes the hope of all
that could dawn.
Time marches on,
 twilight approaches,
sun slips behind hills, trees,
or a wide open horizon.
There's a stretch of hush
as light transitions to night.

A deep sense of vigor crystallizes
in the lulls, pulls, hope,
 and hush of healing.
Stillness allows for movement –
radiance steadily brightens
as a whole being
settles into the warmth
 of genuine love,
smiles with
 gentle gratitude for
the flowing, knowing,
and glowing of
the health of hush.

Sarah Carlson

April 23, 2019

The Poetry of Stillness

The Poetry of Stillness

Reflective, seemingly placid waters
are actually on the move.
A natural glide whenever, wherever
there is a slope, however slight.
Motion caused by that downhill flow,
temperature fluctuations,
underground springs,
gentle breezes,
fish swimming,
or even a human paddling
is always present.
The hush of a sunset,

hope of a sunrise,
pull of the moon,

lull of the wind
without movement would not be.
Like the subtle drip of icicles
on a muted morning
after a spring storm,
there are times
 when all seems paused.

There’s a clarity to the interplay
of dark and light,
to what one sees, feels, comprehends
that is deeply undeniable.
All just is as it is,
 a poetically pure moment
of truth and stillness.

Sarah Carlson

April 10, 2019