A few Poetic Thoughts

A few Poetic Thoughts

Circle of Life

there is a certain measure of wholesomeness

that connects all aspects of our lives

simple honest wisdoms

that will guide us

through…

basic human survival

can be represented

by a simple garden…

you see, if we keep the Earth healthy

and grow our food in rich soil

then our food will be healthy

if our food is healthy

our body is too

if the Earth & our food & our bodies

are all healthy

our minds will be healthy as well…

…if we feed the Earth

with compost

made from our left over vegetable matter

we enrich the soil

for next season’s crop

which enriches us…

the physical activity

of maintaining a garden

is good for body spirit soul

our renewed energies

help rebalance

the vibrations of the universe

replenishing what has been taken

and so we become

part of the circle

the circle of life;

why is that so hard

for so many to understand

?

Sharonlee©

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EarthBeats

the Earth really is beautiful

....why can't more people see that?

so wrapped up in the world that man has created

that they no longer see

a thousand shades green

daisies & dandelions

sunrises pristine….

how many notice

a beetle …. a bug

a stripy lizard basking on a log

the hawk that glides

in an ever-changing sky -

why… please tell me why…

to gaze upon such breathless sights

as a garden weed

… a moth at night

mist on the mountain’s peak

a bird in graceful flight…

I could no sooner forget

how to breathe

then to not pause in my day

to gaze at things

so many don’t seem to see….

sharonlee©

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Meditating in Earthy Auras

opaque images…

indigo

melting with ecstasy

into azure emotions…

sky blue dirty dancing

with virgin white innocence

music moves to an obscure

cadence that caresses

the edges of time…

doesn’t anyone hear

the ancient song on the wind?

aromas drift in earthy traces

organic matter

blends in merging mixtures

of humus

….forest

….moist earth

wild flower fragrance – fusions

honeyed layers of

efflorescent anthesis

does no one smell

the calming remedy

of untainted air?

the trees breath around me

the earth beats

to an primeval drum

wild grasses

whisper

soft secrets

worms

sing in voices

too faint

for the chaotic

world to hear…

why do so few

listen…?

my breathing slows

to match

the earths

eternal vibrations

muscles merge

with organic

release

mind stills

to whispering echoes

and I hear

the worms sing…

Sharonlee©

**

Earthy Vibrations....

....

I don’t know why I decided to walk across the Nullarbor Plain;

it was the late seventies, I was almost 17 years old

and it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time;

I had spent the seventies traveling with my parents

and had circumnavigated Australia a number of times,

the bush was no stranger to me,

so traveling on to major capital cities such as Adelaide or Melbourne

had felt like the scarier option.

I did not know much about cities or city life then

and although the Nullarbor route also led to a city

it was smaller and more colonial;

at least back then it was more colonial,

these days it’s a bustling city, port and international gateway.

Spreading along the beautiful west coast

Perth is the capital of Western Australia,

one of our more remote and vaster states.

There was no real reason for heading to Perth

other than the way offered a quieter path

and it was not until I had spent a few days

and nights walking and camping

that I began to notice subtle changes were taking place,

mostly within myself.

....

I noticed that my soul seemed calmer and quieter,

that the bottled-up tension and hostilities

were dissipating with each step;

my mind was less chaotic and more observant.

My surroundings slowly changed

with each unwavering footfall that echoed on the road

and I began to see more clearly; almost too clearly.

I thought I could see and feel a faint humming luminance

vibrating around each tree and plant,

often merging and overlapping

to form new colors and vibrations.

I had experienced something like this once before

when camped on the edge of a desert;

the undulating sand-ripples caused by an ever-present wind

hypnotized and bewitched me…

I fancied I heard the heartbeat of the very earth itself,

the red desert sand seemed to glow like fire.

*

I walked through the long silent days and into each night

medicated by nature’s soft soothing melody;

birds followed my path dipping and darting from tree to tree

swooping high into the sky in the open patches that broke up the bush.

When I stepped over their invisible border they would turn back, skimming through branches with practiced ease and other birds would take up the role

of guide or guardian.....

....

At night the sky was silky and soft,

as dark and shiny as ebony and brilliantly lit;

a warm breeze ruffled the trees

and created currents of dust that eddied around tree trunks

and swirled through the bare patches.

I wasn’t scared; I didn’t think there was anything to be frightened of,

so I slept soundly under the cover of night

and woke each morning to a dazzling new dawn.

....

I discovered a lot about my blossoming young self on that long walk;

I learnt that I actually didn’t mind my own company;

that silence didn’t have to be filled,

rather it should be respected and fostered and listened to;

I learnt that trees have a life energy of their own

and that the earth resonates with hushed vibrations.

I felt at home.

More at home in a sleeping bag on the dirt

then I ever felt, in the years that followed

when I shared a city with a million others.

....

When I knew that I was close to the sea

I veered off the road,

picking my way through stubby bush and stunted trees.

I heard and smelt and felt the ocean

long before I reached the rocky cliff that dropped into the broiling waves.

With surprising nerve, for I do have a slight fear of heights,

I approached the edge of the cliff;

far below powerful waves thundered onto large smooth boulders,

spraying up and raining back down with a regular surging backwash.

The earth shivered with delight.

That night the moon seemed to be ringed with a soft saffron nimbus

of incandescent light that skimmed across the ocean like a beacon.

It was a bright night;

good for traveling,

but I felt captivated and did not want to leave.

The leaves murmured a soft lullaby,

accompanied by the deeper rumble of the rhythmic waves

as they crashed onto the rocks far below,

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep

with the moon as my nightlight and the stars my guardians.

sharonlee©