Finding Heart

DSCF1748

Maybe I’ve been looking
at the wrong things,
and for too long,
and in places not meant
for our communion.
Maybe there’s not
so far to go, to do things
like watch every flower grow,
the seasons come and go.
Maybe this is where
we find the time we fear
is running away from us,
while we’ve been fleeing, madly,
in every direction from here.
I want to watch every creature
take their first breath this world,
see the fledgling growth,
the wide-eyed wonder,
the absorption of everything
we will choose to give it.
I want to sit outside
and watch wind become rain,
and sun become life.
I want to feel with my fingers
how trees age with grace
and how the earth
harbors seed and root,
which provide so much.
I want to witness
the life cycle of a cicada,
and contemplate eternity
flowing in the breath of their
short-lived song,
and marvel at perspective.
I want to be so still
that I can hear
every heartbeat at once,
loving and doubting,
in honour and in strife,
from beginningless
to never-ending time,
giving everything,
needing only this.

Advertisements

The Power of One

DSCF9323

The power of One
to step into the self,
to cast the gaze within
and contemplate who,
what and why, to
better face the world,
still and always
curious, seeking
integration.
 
The power of the Many
to stay, to speak
and stand up for
what one alone cannot,
in which one plays
his or her part
in the weaving of
this, the grand tapestry.
 
The power of the
Many in One
and the One in
the whole of us.
 
– TT

Here is a Shadow

P1460928

here is a

shadow,

it is given

its shape

by another,

upon which it

is wholly

dependent.

as the sun

glides across

the sky,

watch the

shadow grow,

contract,

darken,

become more

obtuse.

revel in the

silhouette,

its illusion of

such sharp

and pristine

clarity.

ponder the

shadow,

dig deep,

consider it

from afar

and then

penetrate

its dark

depths,

as it is

the only

way back. – TS

Serenity Now

DSCF9165

gone, missing,
i gasp –
i search
everywhere –
around the bend,
through the gaping
forest shadows,
the underside
of leaves just
bloomed,
frantic at
first, as though
it will never
be found
and there
will be a
gaping hole
in the
moving on.
then the
wind changes
direction and
the fallen leaves
rustle at my feet.
then i smile,
and know,
and stop
running,
so that the
search in
serenity can
really begin. – TS

Hush –

DSCF1601

hush –
she wants to show herself
to you, to enfold you
into one of infinite
possible worlds
nesting here
all along,
with her
ethereal jewel-like colours
hues of ocean and sky
impossible to put
to word, and
the sounds,
pretty and
muted,
hush –
let us spend time here,
and find what is clear
and what is true,
and what we
can bring,
hold,
hush … – TS