dreams of isolation
a cerebral pull
to a secluded island
a craving for solitude
escaping to freedom
white smooth perfection
envelopes my feet
as i walk
to the horizon
saturates my pores
cleans my soul
i’m weightless, so calm
on the whim of the ocean
the loud silence of the waves
pushing me further to tranquility
I own the perfect island.
soothing liquid peace
the waves tumble uneven
gentle breezes move along the edges
pushing objects with delicacy
the subtle force reveals a sweet sound
a hectic mind tunes in
releases the chaotic jumble
and listens to the melody
peace spreads in that moment
deep breaths filling in the spaces of pain
a human is moved to tranquility
Lucid Being – Ash D. Solomon
breathing in salt air
calmly engaging the sea
Immersing myself in nature feels like holding hands with it.
of burnt umber
mesmerized, watching nature
warmly embracing a winged friend
the volume of the day
got richer and substantive
bringing meaning and connection
delivering me to a place of calm
give me a beautiful visual
to tame the noise of today
let the shrill and the angst
just fade away
let me sink down into ease
just for a bit
it’s gotten all too much
to my sanity, I must commit
time to take a deep breath
otherwise, it’ll be my death
Feeling no one near, experiencing spacious aloneness.
It’s the satisfying smell of solitude.
Such clarity manifests in the quiet
while the static cling and edges of life drop away.
Your unique energy finds home in the calm of your surroundings.
The serene settling into your skin.
It’s a rich serving of voluminous freedom.
You are so deserving of it.
Close the door on the thieves who empty you.
Banish them, saving yourself is most relevant.
Escape to the place where
you can feel sane and experience peace .
Stay in tranquility as long as you can.
Gain strength, build a reserve.
Your existence will be calling you soon enough.
Originally published on WP 1/27/18
I needed my fix. The streets, crowded as ever, hummed of the usual pace of shuffling humans. Their faces gray and nondescript, matching the concrete of the city streets and buildings. I turned and crossed the street towards Central Park, hastening my stride.
“Ah, some green,” I uttered to myself as I approached the well-kept parcels of grass on either side of the walking paths. Even the air quality whooshed into my lungs more decently than breathing in a couple of blocks back. I was almost there.
“You wouldn’t believe my day!” I shouted when I spied my Zen buddy.