#32 - What Lies Beneath?

Lions in an Ebony Grove, Zambia by Roger Hooper

What Lies Beneath?

I asked what lies beneath, but the Source of All was silent.

I thought I’d been ignored, in fact I felt quite sure.

So I again implored, but this time I asked the breeze.

I couldn’t hear its wisdom whisper, so I asked a tree.

And when the answer came and I saw it was the same,

I thought I’m tired of this game, but knew not who to blame.

Swallowing my pride I looked up towards the skies,

I asked the sun the moon and stars and soon after I sighed.

I asked the men of learning well respected by their peers

But few of them possessed a clue so what was I to do?

I finally supposed that perhaps no man should know,

And I forgot the question though its seeds were in my soul.

Until one day my mind was clear and I heard silence speak

“What lies beneath is you” it said, “that all-pervading Peace”.