Time for rest Time to dream To percolateTo breathe To listen Time for no thoughts Blank slate Open vistas New canvas Silence ShshshshOpportunity lies waiting Ahead ~ no signOf anything The pauseBefore the sound.Buds turn to flowers Flowers to fruit Serendipitous fruit Of any kindYour choice Shshshsh Old Breath breathed out Before inhalation of new … Continue reading Time to Pause
being present
The Road…
As I drive to my destination along the River Tweed My heart settles...I can see the farmland and the rolling hills Softened by the damp air.It hasn't rained today but everything is still wet from the day before.The winter-green is greener Than I imagined were possible.The buildings, grey, to match the day.It's a two o'clock … Continue reading The Road…
My Cup Runneth Over.
Are you seeking security or adventure? As a sexagenarian I have lived enough to say that I have experienced both security and adventure. Here's my response to this question in poetic form. I have had enough time for adventure and I have security. What I would like routine, just enough to feel that my feet … Continue reading My Cup Runneth Over.
Dialog
Soul Poem: dialogClose your eyesBreathe inBreathe outIn and outListen to the rushing of the windOr the cars go past.Listen to the gurgle of the brookOr the child laugh.Listen to a little play.Soul says: here I am, I am here.Body says:here I am, I am here. Triune is: body mind and soulTriune is: me myself and … Continue reading Dialog
Morag Noffke 