As when the mind …

As when the mind

is shaded only with sorrow;

and rinsed of colour. on a dim, lightless day.

And the trees branches outside the window

are flat and stark, and grey on grey.

Now, suddenly, on this new day’s afternoon,

the branches glow, twine sinuously,

are gilded with amber and golden sun.

And after the night’s wild winds,

stir gently on a parchment, pale blue sky.

And all the twigs and tendrils are like a

heavenly letter written by angel hands.

So too, the mind dissolves into this bright nothingness.

Into the simplicity of simply feeling, sensing, seeing.

Being.

 

 

©  Ingrid Andrew <> HeartsSong

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 responses to “As when the mind …

  1. shaded only with sorrow;

    and rinsed of colour–
    – the mind dissolves into this bright nothingness–
    painterly, and yet– so full of gentle truth–gratitude to you, Ingrid, dear —

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