Close your eyes
Deeply breath
Still your troubled heart
Listen to the voice
That has no words

There is a light
Arising from the West
Where quiet waves
Lap an empty shore
A sigh repeats your breathe

Above the shore
A smooth green rise
Scented with junipers,
Hyacinth, the dog rose, cedar.

A curlews cry
Stretched like string across the sky
Climbs above.

Across warm rocks
That greet your feet, cool and bare.
This is a space of welcome sleep.

There are no dreams
Nor troubles there.
All is quiet in tranquil air