be still my heart
as a mountain absorbed
in mist, in rain, in sun,
her beauty grounded
in her own knowing.
be still
as the spirit stilled the sea,
still my heart,
so I can simply be
here, present, believe
those tears that grace my face
are not mine,
or in reality,
selfishly,
about you or me,
with all the troubles in the world today,
these tears are
just a seeker’s trail,
her heartstrings journey
bound
through ancient time
til’ now,
her still waters,
living waters,
still waiting to be found.
hinarising 
Aug 18, 2013 @ 10:48:29
One of the most touching poems I have read. So beautiful, so moving.
Aug 18, 2013 @ 11:04:31
Thank you Noora, Coming from you it means a lot! I was thinking about something you said when I wrote it. Feeling better. Trying to be positive.
Nov 03, 2013 @ 13:00:24
My dear… “these tears are / just a seeker’s trail,” and also the final lines are amazing. You can blow my mind sometimes!
Nov 03, 2013 @ 16:53:57
Thanks Jenny, Glad you liked it. Hope to read some of your work soon 🙂