Fay Slimm.

Littleness.

 

 

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.

Comments9

  • kevin browne

    great poem my friend. a beauty. thanks for sharing.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    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

  • onepauly

    also a friend. great poem. easy to understand. its the little things that count.

  • Louis Gibbs

    So much of the miracle of nature goes unnoticed and taken for granted, as your fine poem reminds us. Well done, Fay!

  • FredPeyer

    Like the subject, love the writing!

  • Michael Edwards

    Just returned from a Japanese meditation garden - a superb garden in Nottinghamshire and this is something I could have read there in the tranquility .

  • Candlewitch

    :)
    Mother Nature is my deity! I LOVE this magically flowing write!

    *hugs, Cat

  • LAWLESS

    I often watch ants in their busy lives, we are much like them. Enjoy the littleness!

  • Heather T

    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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