What treasures lie within
Our fleshy vessel
Bumping and winding
Thru waves of past, present, and future times.
Our precious lifespan – a fragile boundary
Dawning and setting each day
Where are we going?
Moving thru space
Sometimes barely standing on this blue jewel spinning in time
Past our senses
Delicate borders shaping our view
Venture inside, beyond these tiny sense windows
Rest in a midst of the flurry of coming and going
Can we hear a stillness
Whispering in the gaze of others?
Discover ourselves, still and luminous
A presence sweet and mysterious
Calling forth, awaiting our inner vision.
by John Fulan.
John Fulan is a marriage and family therapist and Buddhist practitioner living in San Diego. His poems can be found at JohnFulan.blogspot.com. All rights reserved. John Fulan