“Be the silent watcher of your thoughts and behavior. You are beneath the thinker. You are the stillness beneath the mental noise. You are the love and joy beneath the pain.”
— Eckhart Tolle
If I am a river, am I the water?
or the bed that holds it?
I am being carved out
by the power of the current,
I am the water swell
and also the rub of rock
erosion. I am trying to learn
a better way. My teachers
are all around me if
I’m paying attention:
This is the way, the snake—
who is more than his
This is the way, says the sun
who knows herself outside
of time. They say, To love
this life, you must loosen your grip.
They say, Let it all flow through you.
The way spring gathers itself
with no backward glance
at winter. The way the moon
never loses herself to the night.
This is a beautiful piece. I especially love the pace and word choice in the last four lines.
Gorgeous poem – I want to meditate on “The way spring gathers itself/with no backward glance/at winter.
Gorgeous poem – meditative and wise. The last four lines are just brilliant!
This is so beautiful. Also a big fan of “the way spring gathers itself / with no backward glance / at winter.”
Lovely and beautiful. The ending is perfect.
I love it that the sun and moon are women. Great writing.
I love the lessons this poem teaches as it is learning.
Beautiful lines, Jasmine! Hats off to you!