Wordmonger - writings by Siam Siam

Into the hands of the man with the gas and with the knife

I willingly, gratefully surrender.

My earth-walking, weary body

is essentially a savvy little creature

often brow-beaten by the brain,

long un-reverenced or listened to;

taken for granted, used and abused

like a pack-horse.

Here, now reduced to humbleness

at last

it tells of tenderness, compassion;

simplicity, acceptance, grace.

Beyond the jabber and junk -

the odd pearl amidst the dross,

is that spacious non-space

of not knowing, not doing

learning stillness, silence, love.

To receive, without strings attached

skill, time and attention given -

I do.

With blessing on your hands and hearts,

that peace and clarity of mind be yours.

09/02/23

Writings by Siam @www.wordmonger.co.uk