Aaltoe’s Blog

Quiet rhythms
Attenuated moments
Grayness barely interrupted
By shifting clouds
By auto lights and rumblings of trucks
Long sighs of reflection
Memory slow to waken
Not to interrupt,
Amplifying the senses
Drowning out thought.

The inner quiet
So often hiding
Allows a glimpse
Then a longer view.
So comfortable, so secure, so strong.
Timeless
And with capacity to absorb the new
To give it room to explore
Without limits
Probing the deep pools
Of the imagination
Constructed from years of probing, digging, searching
But without the burden of those efforts.

Thunder and lightning intrude
And the visit must end
Throwing a cloak
Over what those penetrating gazes saw,
Protecting it from further interference
But nevertheless
Leaving a glow of that inner world.

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