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. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I thought the wise quote above deserved a poem. Hope you enjoy.
- Category: Nature
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Comments7
great poem my friend. a beauty. thanks for sharing.
Thanks FAY ~ on Saturday I mentioned the TARDIGRADE smell ~ insignificant ~ largely unsung but much more prepared than you or I to withstand the inevitable environmental stress. The BIBLE exhorts us to consider the "Lillies of the Field" and the "Ants" Theresa May's Cabinet could learn much from them about cooperation. Thanks for sharing the lovely quote and the elegant Poem it generated in your fertile poetic mind ! More rhyme than usual made it a delight to recite ! Yours BRIAN
also a friend. great poem. easy to understand. its the little things that count.
So much of the miracle of nature goes unnoticed and taken for granted, as your fine poem reminds us. Well done, Fay!
Like the subject, love the writing!
Just returned from a Japanese meditation garden - a superb garden in Nottinghamshire and this is something I could have read there in the tranquility .
Every tiny thing, an important cog in a large microcosm. It's says big things about a heart that contemplates the most dainty of miracles. Peaceful verse, Fay.
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