Hand in Hand



Hand in Hand

Through reading so many of your wonderful posts I have learnt
that the dream of travel and new experiences live strongly within
so many of us.
I feel comforted by this as at times I wondered if I really was a
nomad by birth. Seriously though, be it by air, by ship, by train,
the excitement is there like a fire within.

Travel experiences have changed though and today we have to exercise
a lot of meditative calm to go through our overcrowded airports.
I find them quite stressful and without going within myself in quiet
I believe the stress would be intolerable. However, the goals have so
far made up for the discomfort.

This leads to people watching which is a great source of learning and
at times entertainment. Images and conversations linger and might
later turn into writing.

The poem Hand in Hand comes from just walking the long way from the the plane to customs. A feeling that still lingers. The rest is from places I have been and that have given inspiration.


Hand in Hand

Come and walk at dusk
with me,
I whispered to you.
Let us watch the rising moon
stars and planets light the sky.

The day before I had seen
a couple walking, hand in hand;
Through long corridors
among crowds of an Airport,

In steady, comforting pace
They walked.

In a bubble of peace.

As you and I walk 
along the ocean shore,
Hand in hand, not saying much;
Just listening, feeling, being,
In tune with waves, heavens
With the Whole.

Humbly we accept this Gift
of plenty.
Undeserved perhaps,
Who is judge?

We turn to each other,
eyes bright,
joy bursting forth.

With light steps we return
to a drink on the porch.
Wanting to share the reverence
that fills us both.

Spreading ripples of wonder and serenity.

© miriam ivarson

in clouds

10 thoughts on “Hand in Hand

  1. Miriam, this is quite lovely and in many ways is needed for the times we live in. As you wrote about the hassles with customs and now we have travel bands to add to the confusion. I remember telling someone how much I use to enjoy flying and now it is one of my lease favorite things but a train will draw my attention anytime. let’s hope we can go back to the pure love of travel and the surprise it may bring.


    • I still love flying once I get on board, it has its magic. I believe the availability to us all as the prices on flights have come down fills the airports faster than they can expand.
      The poem though is really about how peace and love can exist in spite of somewhat unfavourable surroundings. Easier on a beach.



  2. Miriam, there isn’t much one can say about this. Truly beautiful. A whole love story in a hundred and thirty words. All sorts of adjectives come to mind: gentle, sweet, caring, giving, perhaps even eternal, but none of them give the true feeling you have managed to express. Thank you.

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  3. Miriam, this is pure magic…it seems wherever you walk poetry strikes you, even in a busy airport terminal! 😀😀I think that is the nomad within you, exploring the world on all levels and in this poem you step deep into the spiritual one of two intertwined souls wandering this earth. With warmth and tenderness you take us from the ethereal celestial spheres to the beauty of two people, walking a beach. Such a simple act which is everything…to walk to the porch…share a drink. Thank you so much for sharing this with us, for bringing joy to my heart with this beauty. 😀❤️


  4. Thank you Annika for your beautiful and heartwarming comment.
    I love the image of “poetry striking” – maybe I can call the Muse ‘The Nomad’ then? 🙂
    Your comment is so strong and of deep understanding that all I can say is , Thank You. That it brought joy to you ur heart is like hearing beautiful bird song.


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