THE S O U N D

25/05/2023 / delphini510 / 17 Comments

THE S O U N D

The sound of rain
needs no translation,
nor does the sound of trees;
Be it in stillness or storm.

They need no translation to any tongue.
They speak directly to the soul.

The grasses greeting the sun
as they come to life again
can only be understood by your heart.

As for the mighty seas and oceans
They are but sounds so great,
How could they ever be translated
when they speak directly to the heavens.

To your soul.

No translation could ever be as strong,
could ever be so pure:
No language capture its might.
Only stillness within will hear.

Will make your whole being sing.

© miriam ivarson

THE FEN

12/09/2021 / delphini510 / 47 Comments

The Fen

My friends, I so wish you could hear
the sound of Dragonfly wings over the Fen,
the whispering of Butterflies as they nectar seek.
Would it be that you could share the humming silence;
The wonder, the awe.

I spot a little sparrow on the ground, pecking in peace,
he also is part of the serenity that surrounds.
The stillness that whispers in the breeze
the tranquility of crickets, dragonflies, butterflies,
of us breathing quietly, not saying a thing.

I can feel the sun caress my skin, not burning,
gently makes me feel as if glowing.
Earth is giving up scents so heavenly,
the richness of which I cannot describe.
I wish you could smell it too.

The scent from earth, so generous
flooding our senses.

© miriam ivarson

Conversation

01/12/2018 / delphini510 / 47 Comments

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Conversation

Conversation is a flow of thoughts
of listening, truly listening,
response with the ease of ripples,
With the joy of a stream.

Let it be the smiles between you
and the tears too,
thus your hearts can meet
Sing in harmonies bright and new.

Your mind will want to play, so let it;
Care that the balls flying between
are soft and gentle.

Always mindful of listening to each word,
keep it still before the next throw.

Let there be quiet within whilst you digest,
kernels of truth and wisdom, let them sift;
Let them grow
whilst you rest in a forest glade.

There are shouts and angry speeches,
on media, podiums and private groups;
Don’t mistake this for conversation
suppression is a more apt sentiment.

So, please, join me by the clear stream
in joyful and caring commune.

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