Inspired at Tor House

Poem written on a bench within the courtyard of Tor House.

Deafening sounds of the waves seeking substance,
Hypnotic in essence, they speak to me.
Shrouded by forgotten cypress swaying heavily above,
Lost within the past, surrounded by cherished memories,
Once lived, but remembered.

I dwell upon love affectionate, open within the solitude,
Admiring routine of daily life,
Hospitable but simple in their design.
Speak to me of your world, the sweet music of your life,
The words haunting of mortality and admiration.

What lessons can I imbibe through osmosis,
From this place, to my inner core, by mere presence of your spirit?
Sitting where you once sat, heavy with thoughts,
Surveying the realm of existence so solemn, yet sanctuary.
What would you think of our chaotic life?

The technology driven society with materialistic needs,
To gather and collect useless objects,
So unlike the purposeful design of your kingdom.
Bring me wisdom, insight into your world,
Inspire me, with your simplicity genius.