Littleness.
Connecting with sky above and earth
below.
Eyes unfocused, I breathe in to relax
slowly
and regard with mindfulness all that
growing
at my feet which seems deliberately
flowing
toward some mystical shape-shifting
whole
momentum with inbuilt direction all
its own.
Grass blades creak, restless leaves
blow.
Blooms alter hue as seasons change
coats.
Soil heaves with action underneath
my nose.
Busyness continues in all miniscule
burrows.
I watch while slow gait locomotion
unfolds.
and as Tiny changes nature's great
poem
meditation on littleness delights my
soul.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: December 20th, 2019 11:31
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Comments7
A fine meditation Fay.
Good to read that you like the meditation on the value of smallness my friend.
This is a very special poem I think Fay. 'Grass blades creak' (why didn't I think of that?) A must for one of my Fayves if I may.
Thank you
Ex animo, Alan
Thrilled that my words are in your faves again Alan and a big thank you. Glad you enjoyed the poem on Littleness.
Super work Fay
Good that you enjoyed the read Mike.
Another beautiful poem Fay, nature is so wonderful and so inspiring.
I truly agree dear Andy - - there is nothing better to lift the spirit when we feel a bit down.
The little things, indeed. Still appreciate the way you weave words.
My gratitude Nicholas for the visit and encouraging comment - those little things indeed mean a lot..........
Good Evening Fay - Angela here (just enjoying my Horlics at MAMAS) - Its good to be home for a while after sharing a FLAT with RUTH and then 15 months in NZ ~ with Ruth. Little things mean a LOT! Great MANTRA and a Great Poem structure & subjectwise ! I love all the highlighted - little words - you use to amplify LITTLENESS !
Below - slowly - growing - flowing - whole - its own - blow
coats - my nose - burrows - unfolds - poem - soul !
Thnaks for sharing - Peace & Joy
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡💚🧡
Nature is awesome inspiring indeed, whether the giant sequoias or in a miniature form.
Merry Christmas
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