Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 I know this happiness is provisional: the looming presences- great suffering, great fear- withdraw only into peripheral vision: but ineluctable this shimmering of wind in the blue leaves: this flood of stillness widening the lake of sky: this need to dance, this need to kneel: this mystery

 I felt in need of a great pilgrimage so I sat still for three days

 I know this happiness is provisional: the looming presences- great suffering great fear- withdraw only into peripheral vision: but ineluctable this shimmering of wind in the blue leaves: this flood of stillness widening the lake of sky: this need to dance, this need to kneel: this mystery.

 No, no time for this the outside clamours to be heard, the books, you see, the books. In here it's dark, the sun has slid away. There are necessities. The cars are travelling at speed, with me, fast; the days, my days, must be pinned down,  accounted for and coloured in. I need to go, I need to go my way. to which my soul said Stay.

 This is a poem for someone who is juggling her life, Be still sometimes Be still sometimes It needs repeating over and over to catch her attention over and over, as someone who is juggling her life finds it difficult to hear Be still sometimes Be still sometimes Let it fall sometimes .

I felt a need for a great pilgrimage so I sat still for three days

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage so I sat still for three days.

I know this happiness Is provisional: The looming presences- Great suffering, great fear- Withdraw only Into peripheral vision: But ineluctable this shimmering Of wind in the blue leave: This flood of stillness Widening the lake of sky: This need to dance, This need to kneel: This mystery.