I promised myself to post only once a week and have
( what I think ) a good idea – alas, that one has to wait.
You see, I was sitting out with breakfast in the garden
today, a most ethereally quiet and beautiful morning. Even the
trees and bushes were hushed. Only the odd tender branch
felt any breeze and fluttered. The birds sang Sotto Voce,
so enchanted was all and I know I was blessed.
So I want to share with you a simple poem called
“Enlightenment” that came to me early yesterday morning.
As often happens, the Impish being – I now call it “Water nymph”-
as I am so often interrupted whilst showering. In and out of the
shower makes for quite moist scribbling. I am not complaining,
after all I also like water.
Besides, this “Water Nymph” lovingly embraces my heart and makes
the sun shine in corners I didn’t know of.
Do we discuss too much?
should we just do,
Be enlightened as we go;
Feel the wonder,
Memories of such fullness
Scrubbing home woven carpets,
laid out on granite rocks, by the sea;
scrubbing with green soap,
humming with content,
carpets my mother wove,
every colour, expressing her;
Her light spirit, song and love.
In their creation, she felt gladness,
she didn’t know the word
The same on baking day,
she just sang,
it rang out far and wide;
The bread rose golden,
enchanted we were drawn,
‘Enlightened’, with a smile,
she handed the golden fare,
with contentment we rushed out,
happily played as we ate.
She was enlightened,
but didn’t know the word.
© miriam ivarson