i sat for some time
by the remains of this ancient tree
a year has passed
since i last listened to his stories
there's no doubt i am older
for more of his stories
make sense to me now
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18 comments:
And this in only a year? It must have been a significant year, Steven.
You too, steven.
I listen to images as well as thoughts and sounds. There is so much we can learn by being still and silent for at least part of our day, and so much we miss by being noisy and busy.
elisabeth - well a lot of life has settled and much more has emerged. letting go of lots of expectations has been a big part of this part of my life's process! steven
friko - i use my daily bike rides as bridges but the distractions of staying alive make a little noise in their own right. otherwise, it's not loud but there are lots of things going on. steven
Trees speak to me, as well.
Expectations can make us blind and deaf and sometimes very sad, that is for sure- disappointments can not exist without expectations...Still...most difficult.
It is always surprising how things become obvious with age that were completely incomprehensible in our youth. Wonderful poem.
I love this post!
willow - i've no doubt about that!!! steven
linda sue - well the ideal i believe is to live without expectation. that means a process of letting go of all that you have supposed to be. then you can move on into all that is. steven
butternut thankyou. i love the different unfolding that comes with age. steven
meri - there's so much i've been granted and given that i am only just beginning to see as necessary and then also that i am seeing as what it is. steven
Trees speak, but not in English. They have a lot to tell those of us who can pause long enough to listen, that's sure.
I love the header picture steven, and the thoughts in the post are very interesting. I think I've seen that change through your posts, and the openess that is now shining like an autumn leaf with the late sun through it.
hey dan - my brother drove through california a week or so ago - among his stories, the redwoods. one day i would love to sit at the foot of one of those big brothers. steven
hi titus! thanks for the kind comments. autumn is my favourite time of year - and i'm pretty good with all the rest of it also but autumn has qualities about it that are mirrored in myself so i connect more easily with its features. i'm glad you enjoyed the images of a southern ontario fall. steven
steven, please let me know before you come here. I'd love to meet you and show you around this neck of the woods.
dan you know i'll call first! you first!! steven
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