My Soul Can Be Stilled


My soul can be stilled
My anger and regret quelled
By the simplest pastoral scene
Yet nothing is more beautiful
Or calms me more
Than the love
Of a woman

Words and photograph of duck marsh by The Bison in the Woods (c) 2016

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16 thoughts on “My Soul Can Be Stilled

      1. Good point. I’d agree with that, but God is it painful to allow ourselves to be that bare. For me the struggle is between the desire for the true awakening, and the need for self-protection. I’m not sure which will win out.

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      2. Thank-you, and you are exactly right. We have to fight the fight for ourselves…except those fortunate few who find the right traveling companion I suppose.
        From my experience most want to stay in their self-made little boxes. The more I perceive I am held down, the stronger my need to be free.

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      3. Now I’m writing about boxes too. I oftentimes think of them as that, or more as filing cabinets in our minds. We would have many interesting conversations, of that I have no doubt.

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