Let the rivers of this soul exit from the fast moving waters
and flow into the enclave, into the pond, the pond where the
waters are still, where the water is calm. No waves just small ripples
caused by a gentle breeze of wind. In this place the water itself rests and in this rest finds solitude and in this solitude a spiritual gratitude to the creator of such silence.

To the hosts of the pond, the family of white swans as the two parents
slowly glide their young on a effortless journey, the dazzling flight
of the black purple winged tip dragon fly, the many small circular ripples
created by minuet insects as they spurt across the waters surface, the distant
songs and chirps of the hidden fowls that have taken up reside along
the tall grasses lining the ponds edge, and the slow moving turtle
as he crawls out the pond onto a mound of dirt-his glistening wet
shell reflecting the evening sun rays into the soul, the fish who
welcomed me with a soft splash of his tail & bided me farewell with the same-
as I depart the pond flowing back into running water,
I say in deep silence- thank you.

Enjoy this restful moment. For, waters aren’t meant to remain
stationary. To remain fresh, running water must continue to run.
So, be prepared to return to the rapids of life-but this time
renew & strengthen yourself with the memory of Gods port of solitude,
which was created by God himself for tired souls.

I pray…

these words become matter!

By Ike Austin
07.17.03

"remember the daystar"