We often seek the reassurance of familiar patterns. Predictability and the familiar create an illusion of safety and even a belief that we have some kind of control over our world, and the transition of time. We only have to pause and observe nature all around us this time of year, to challenge the illusion of everything staying the same. If we could be more like the milkweed and the monarch, allowing the seasons to usher in a new shape, a new purpose, or a beautiful new vision and possibility, we might find that the flow of life would be more full of ease and beauty.
The milkweed seed lifts and sails
On parachute so finely spun
Promising the monarch
Another day
A simple dance
Of shimmering waxy leaves
Limbs bowing to the great
Turtles sunning
And I wonder how small I am
And how big
Moccasins worn thin
The path strewn with stones
You offered me love
And I drank from the cup
Till empty
Yet not gone
I can now slip in
Unnoticed most often
But deeply immersed
There is no fear
No rules, no limits
Only this breath
And then the next
No promises any more
Bev Bachel
As always, great to have one on your lovely poems land in my inbox.
HealingJourneys
Thank you Bev! You have been one of my encouragers….. miss you!
Linnea Dietrich
You need to come up, we’ll both dress like Bohemians, and you must do a poetry reading at our home for our friends. Simply beautiful writings. We limit ourselves, don’t we…
HealingJourneys
I love that image. Lets do it!
Rick
Beautiful
HealingJourneys
Thank you Rick. Hope you are well.