Dear fellow scribblers, writers, authours and poets. Whichever title
we choose, we share the love of words and believe in their power.
We walk this beautiful Earth together – Star dusts as we are.
One, nowadays quite mundane experience we share, is the joy or stress
of economy short haul flights. I do fly many of these within Europe and especially to visit Sweden. Using the practice of non-thinking
mode helps. Just shuffle forward, stopping, shuffling…
Eventually sit down in your seat and visualize the relief of stepping off at the destination.
It was on one of these flights that I unexpectedly experienced what
became the poem “ Per Universum”. Such a quiet and smooth boarding.
What a blessing that flight was.
I flow through universe,
It flows through me.
Can’t say where one starts,
Or did we always belong?
I am It and universe me.
extraordinary feeling, at 36000 feet,
safe and warm.
Three monks in row behind,
Journey flows, in peace.
Universe is me, I am It.
Oh to keep this surety;
where I meet problems, tempers,
Yet mindful of angels on the path,
who also flow through universe,
In tranquil unity.
They are everywhere
I see clearly;
We make up universe,
Angels with spirit
Clear and kind.
Through universe we flow
and It through us.
Ever increasing harmony.
© miriam ivarson