In good hands

In good hands I see hidden pearls
that secretly leap in to abandoned shells.
Silently and peacefully they reminds us,
of a simple way,
that human life does its best
to hide away.
I see a river
that has crossed many lands
through mountains and forests
and filtered through the desert sands.
I see an endless library
full of endless books
in ever changing script.
Each crevice, each spot in a line
another city, another time.
Full of travellers
in search of the sublime.
In good hands
I see no need to trick
only open palms
offering you a treat.
I see no hooks or bait
no puppet strings
or poisons distorting things.
Just like the way the birds sing.
What is given is gone,
never to be grasped.
Freshness cannot last.
Just release you grip
and see the gift
waiting like magic on the ends
of each and every finger tip.

Eliberocelta oct 2011.

reply to post by ancientthunder
Thank you Thunder. I can go to sleep now and rest well.
Good night and pleasant dreams.

How very beautiful! Thank you for this!

Awesome and thanks. s/f