How many of us I wonder, have planned a post we really think will be good, only to be thwarted at the last moment? In “To a Mouse” Robert Burns says “ The best laid schemes o’mice an’ men Gang aft a-gley,”
Well, I have a short record in this blogging world but so far three out of five planned posts have been pushed aside by another eager idea. Amazingly powerful voices that play havoc with our schemes/plans.
This time it was for me a poem I had almost forgotten; it might start out sounding childish but it also has a deep question for so many of us in our Western society.
As to childish, don’t they all live inside us; the little child, the teenager, the adult and on we go. I find they are all very alive and content together and I cherish them all. One without the others would be a life in a box.
So it is that I today give you “Lavender Bear”.
In the small hours,
when sleep eludes,
we sit together, Lavender Bear and I.
A candle lit, softening the dark
him doing exercises whilst I sip,
a warm drink, wondering;
Where did Morpheus go.
Has body and mind lost
the simple contact, harmony,
Rhythm between nature and man?
Does the brain suffer superiority complex?
When will it ever learn its place.
Universe just is and so am I.
Lavender Bear sleepily agrees.
So we look for the off button,
Together listen to silence,
soft hum of sphere’s song.
Being its eternal self.
Gently we settle again,
Lavender Bear and I,
To listen, to learn.
From Cosmos itself.
© miriam ivarson