As I worked in the garden this morning, thanking flowers, leaves, bees and birds. And so much more. Thee was such a stillness around – a silence of contentment, of knowing where you belong. Knowing who you are.
I felt again the strength of the truth, we are all part of the same planet, the same universe. We derive nourishment from the same Earth. Our intelligence is also part of the universal intelligence. Complex and yet simple.
SIMPLE THINGS
or so we think and yet we struggle to give, easy and open smiles like a dewy rose, Happy sounds like the birds gave me today.
Smiles as open and true as a child’s Trust and care to those we meet. A bird on the door handle Fresh air drifting in.
As I sit there on a rock on the highest top. Of a little island surrounded by beauty of the sea
Looking round with a joy that hurts I see the sea – surrounding me, hear whispers From the wind talking to the sea and from glistening rocks, smiling.
Seagulls and terns sail and swoop with grace and joy, being their pure selves. Me, I am transfixed to be, just now part of this peace, that fills my heart.
Lifting my arms to the sky, I speak words I never known before They seem to fill me – like the wind that lifts the gull.
Scents of heathers drifting down, Down the rocks Filling every crevice, filling me.
They tell me, just write wonder whether prose would be best, How can a poem suffice, and yet
I am looking at a sky that shifts and delights It can’t be captured with a click. The colours transform and so do the shapes, All ethereal but never the same.
And how can you portray the swifts flying with such speed and delight, Forwards and up and down. Singly or in almost a murmur.
Suddenly the sun painted a few clouds in delicate golds and purple, I bet when I look up, they will change again.
I forgot to tell you about the winter trees Stretching their dark branches high, against the backdrop of eggshell and pink.
Would it be that we need to look more, to drink it all in to find joy, to find us. Then let it pour out.
Do we walk alone or in threes and fours Seeking ourselves within friends?
Do we seek a soulmate to hold and to be held. Keep the heart safe; Although feeling it might break?
Do we seek validation among the many, Do we seek and give, love and care.
I heard the story about a man
He walked for forty years in solitude, a hermit in the vastness of mountains and lakes in different countries, yet all the same, freedom and truth from the greatness around.
I would like to meet this man, hear his thoughts, Did he find wholeness and peace? Among mountains, lochs and lakes. Does it get lonesome at all?
Could it be that we are part of both? Craving solitude but also a friend. Someone who would walk with us through pain and joy.