Crest: Up the Mountain

After hours of tumult
Peace finding mind
Returns with metta,
And good wishes flow

Smoothing the disturbance,
Easing the distraught,
Bringing comfort
To the troubled,

Giving instead of taking,
Receiving instead of pushing away,
Filling up the empty space
With warmth and compassion;

The dark season is
On it’s way,
But the light
Is shining anyway,

Summer’s fading into autumn,
But in the coolness
Is tranquility,
In the darkness, serenity;

Soon twill be time
To light the bonfires,
Reap the harvest
And wrap the gifts,

Kindness rekindled
Once more
In its natural home,
The mind;

Wisdom is sure to follow
Even if only
For a short time,
Until the tempest
Re-forms.