Have you noticed?
Have you noticed
the ease with which a feather falls?
The grace with which mule deer bound when running?
Or the effortless speed of the antelope?
The natural flutter of an aspen leaf navigating a breeze?
The love of water for gravity?
The Sun for shining
and the Moon for reflecting
and the Stars for sparkling
or Robin for singing
Or even your own breath
for coming and going?
So tell me please
Why is it I or you…
Why is it human kind struggle so
to be at home and at peace in the world?
Why can we too not glisten
with love in our hearts
the way Morning’s first light
sparkles with countless tiny rainbows of promise
off the rain drops on the needles of a juniper bow?
Perhaps if we too remember
our belonging to the wholeness of things
we might walk with ease and joy
as foretold in the stories of old.
Cheryl Slover-Linett
08/03/2018 at 3:49 pmThanks for encouraging the ease to come back into my day 🙂
Robin Easton
08/03/2018 at 11:33 pmThis is exquisitely beautiful, dear Larry. And the photo is just perfect for this poem. The poem not only calls us Home or back to what is vitally important in our lives, but it allows us to experience it here through reading your beautiful, intimate expressions of Nature. So, so lovely and filled with grace. Thank you, dear friend.
Sheelah
08/04/2018 at 2:35 amBeloved, Larry,, the exquisite-ness of Be-longing to life pours thru you,, directly in to the longing ,, directly in to the inseparable-ness of human love and glistening dew,, directly into the floating on the breeze of feather,, directly in to the giddiness and giggliness of aspen leaves fluttering in this human form that I seem to inhabit,,, even while I, too, inhabit a sweet grass snake sunning herself in the steaming, fragrance of the manure pile . we Be-long, to Life. we really really do…. how Life loves us as we Be-long to Her,, every pore of these quantum beings… Be-longing.. to Life, to Light,, to Love oh this, this , is the sole, soul reason for earth-living, dear Radiance , Larry. with all the love of Robin’s evensong ,, from sheelah..xoxoxoxoxo
Larry Glover
01/05/2019 at 6:33 pmThank you for this, dear Sheelah. Your writing always sings with creativity and the beauty and melody of your voice… and I just love this: “…while I, too, inhabit a sweet grass snake sunning herself in the steaming, fragrance of the manure pile.” Such a potent image of a self able to see and know itself from multiple perspective… from a self who knows what it is to compost itself!