A Quiet Place


In the shade of nature’s nook,

peace of mind is closer than you think

Meditation sings with trickles of wind chimes ,

or the creak of an old wicker bench

There’s always a space for those willing to sit,

but not for those who choose to walk by

Buddha is listening with his eyes closed,

wisdom is felt and seldom seen

Whether or not you believe,

take his advice and just simply be


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c.b.w. 2014




Watercolor waves rise and fall
dipped in onyx, kissed by pearls
Skeleton bristles soaked with light,
soar from black shores, ready to paint
Magenta canvas covered in gold,
whispers of pink, hush purple night
Unwritten stars wait for the muse,
velvet mist for the glow of the moon


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Photo: Little Gibson Lake, Wisconsin, c.b.w. 2005
Words: c.b.w. 2014