On a Hermit’s Shore
The edge where tranquility thrives
and whooshes from the shoreline arise.
Lonely,
but refusing to embrace the cold chill of being alone.
In the reclusion,
I hear the plashes of empathy that love rides on,
Which had thus far become forborne.

This purl can't be heard in a world so loudly.
Except
On a Hermit’s Shore,
Unerring certainty separates from resentful beliefs,
and frightening thoughts flee,
So I'm able to centralize the inner voice significantly.
My life's work has been hindered for a considerable amount of time,
adhering to cultural norms hinders me
from attempting such a feat.
There is no need or desire for fleeting friends' voices or laughter’s tease.
It is in this charming idiosyncrasy
that one roams with ease.
Each moment is taken in with a gentle sigh,
I can dance with thoughts that make me feel high.
This dance involves me exploring a vast unclouded sky.
My mind’s embrace,
The canvas of reality that is undefined.

As pages are turned, words release.
On a Hermit’s Shore,
The epic ballads were cast; what a relief!
I am given gifts of alms by the more aerial me.
Wholeheartedly,
I embark on a spiritual odyssey.
As the entire world around thee swirls and spins,
As earthly kin ships weaken,
As human companions usher joyous beginnings
into uncomfortable ends,
With myself, with my soul, Within oneself,
Serenity begins.
As I sat in stillness,
As a hissed vibration breathes,
These silent whisperings:
-What truly matters to me?-
Thence,
Poetic meditation drowned the gentle Hermit in
deep unbroken, peace;
It has given One’s mind
High sensibility and imparted to it greater activity.

On a Hermit’s Shore,
Lonely,
but refusing to embrace the cold chill of being alone.
It is by one’s lonesome,
that one grows unified and whole,
To discover frank honesty,
This appeared to be the very vital touchstone.
I grasp profound wisdom in mind, body, and soul.

On a Hermit’s Shore,
Affluent thoughts anew,
I find myself; I find my soul, I find what is true.