The atrium to the train station
Thralls with business men, families
Workers and holidaymakers
Excited shouts and dogged strides
With phone calls texts and mp3
Fleet footed with business case
Or a loaded trolley curtailing haste
At ticket desks some anxious wait
Will they catch the 9.30
or will they be late?
And me I stand and quietly watch
In good time for my connection
Observing life and all the tensions
Each individual so unique
Some joined by marriage
Some a brief confluence of ways
As they go about another busy day
Paths crossing largely unnoticed
As I stand and observe a seeming metamorphosis
in front of my soul’s eyes.
The children’s laugh, the mother’s smile
The worried late departure snarl
Newspapers studied sipping latte
A cleaner sweeps an endless floor
All with minds in worlds apart
All with such diversity of heart
They cease to be a blurry flurry
Of many separate beings in a seeming hurry
It is as if an angel lands
and softens all the sounds around.
The movement here a movement there
Are joined as by a thread through the potent air
The thoughts of each one are seen to be
In the very same mind as me
And in the space as far as eyes can see
Is a presence, clearly free
A presence that we know so well
But one of which so few do tell
Until inside the heart they see
This presence which when known
joins all with love and truly sets us free.
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