Well, though I’m not feeling especially hungry at the moment, I always welcome feedback.
So what say you, little reptile? Just crawl upon my hand and express yourself.
No beliefs, little reptile.
Just the external drawing out of me an inner experience and outer expression.
And an ‘awareness’ of how life-giving letting go and detaching is or might be if we could only transcend our fears of dying…I mean all of those little moments of dying which we go through, which we are unwilling to first embrace and then surrender, because we need to be enclosed within our little coccoons.
Poor Nature - it has so much to teach and to offer but we simply do not hear it saying - “Look! Mira! You are just like me.”
We can’t have the miracle until we see the miracle.
I would also like to know about my psyche…that flows from my experiences. I think that’s ever changing.
Thank you, jonquil. We never know when we will be taken on some kind of wonderful journey - and when we are called, we just have to respond, no matter where that voice takes us.
I love windchimes…they do seem to speak to us…they permeate Everything - and ‘listen’ is such a beautiful word, somehow.
Piercing shadows show us to ourselves - like the shadows dancing on the caves.
I usually write poetry which rhymes. I wanted to go beyond myself and to branch out on a simpler path though truth to tell it wasn’t so simple.
My first haiku actually -except for the tidbits in the Haiku thread.
Haikus do not always have to be composed in the 5/7/5 rhythm - it’s wonderful to break the rule but to keep the spirit…
That sort of reminded me of this sweet zen e-card which I sent to a friend once…of a lake and wonderful ripples (I love ripples) swirling out in every direction and in the middle of it is this fish coming through to the top. It thrilled me. Perhaps that fish was you.
Windwalker,
All who listen may not hear. Senses make sense when what is within you identifies with what is outside you. In a novel draft I wrote of man who listened to shit but heard fertilizer. What you listen to and hear came across clearly in A.D.,s poem, which is why I called it beautiful.
Apologies for having more beer than sense that day.
Well, though I’m not feeling especially hungry at the moment, I always welcome feedback.