This has lately been an ever growing question and dilemma as I am working on a project that envelops the very subject of solitude. I so appreciate the space to place my developing thoughts. Why can one find such a peace in looking over a storm on the ocean where it is unable to touch you? The sound of thunder when I am safe causes me to settle. I know in some it is not so. I wonder if it is because I trust the storm has its own solitude. It is resolved and at peace with what is. The ocean roars and reins, not out of great need or want, but because it is free and at rest.
Nature mirrors its creator. Lately it speaks loud, but still remains at peace. It is subdued by another’s hand. Will we not be at peace until we do the same?
Birds shiver yet staid
Their trill won’t change in the snow
Spring comes to a song
Today is Tuesday and I am writing Monday’s Haibun for dVersepoetspub.com. The prompt word is solitude.