Monday, January 7, 2013


I came to you today
sat in lotus, listening
for the gentle whisper
of your presence.
I'd come here to this place
so many times before,
fought the chaos
of an unruly mind, hoping
just once, for the faintest
glimmer, the tiniest spark
of recognition.
I'd chant my Om 
so reverently, a sacred prayer
to you, willing it out
into the ether, then silent
I would await your reply.
And though you'd never answer,
or so it would seem,
I'd feel you watching, 
the observer, making sure
that in the silence, I would
know somehow, that I was in
a holy communion 
with my Self.

Jennifer Adams Teasley

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