Stolen Lines

While I was sitting quietly,
doing nothing,
spring came and the grass grew by itself.
Now I am walking in silent meditation
at Somerset Gift

Oak tree shades me
Call of the bulbul my mantra
Tortoise is my guide

Breathe in  . . .
Breathe out . . .
The green mountain is of itself green mountain

Clarity comes,
a crack to let the light in,
compassion grows by itself.
In a field of yellow flowers,
or just sitting quietly,
doing nothing at all,
at Somerset Gift.


Julia Viljoen
Somerset Gift Getaway Farm, December 2018

© Julia Viljoen