Poetry















Be still










V1.

A sick man stands

Takes his bed in his hands

He has been cured

By one a crowd obscured.


V2.

Now light has no mask,

The doctors ask

The sane man who?

He said he did not know.


Xx1

The healing and

The crowds around

Aren’t an example

But a symbol;

Not of man,

Of how is within.


V3.

He disappeared

The one who cured

Amongst the heat

Of your mind and your heart.


V4.

Who was he then

And where is found?

In highest heaven

Beyond the senses, in the mind.


Xx2

Then sitting at

His father’s right

Beyond all thought

And out of sight

But in the heart

And in the night


Xx3

Of the inside

Beyond the noise

Of inner voice

Illness and doubt

There is the seat

And there the light.


V5.

And minds don’t know

But in the silence

Watch stillness grow

And practice that surveillance.


V6.

The noise and doubts

Of wandering thought

Are all the shouts

Of the abyssal crowd.


Be still and watch.




Design Jason Powell, 2020.

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