Stillness

I have been reading poetry.

 



You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.
You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.

~Pablo Neruda

 

I have been reading prose.

 

 

I stand on the cliff and gaze out across the ocean to the end of the earth, where the water dissolves into the sky and eternity is veiled in a mysterious blue mist.  The breeze is as soft as a whisper and there is something timeless about the way it blows, as if it is the very breath of God calling me home. ~ Santa Montefiore

 

 I have been still - observing, watching the world turn.

From day into night.

 

It is the spirit that knows beauty,

that has music in its soul

and the colour of sunsets in its headkerchiefs;

that can dance on a flaming world

and make the world dance too.

~ W.E.B Du Bois

 

 

I have been quiet - listening to the buds unfurling and the fruit swell.

 

 

Feeling grateful for the little things.

 

That's all there is.

 

Elaine