Two owls
speaking across the dark
day glides towards us
like this mist across the water meadows
glances on
that lone sheep
insubstantial as a thought
nudges the new
witch hazel
towards its heart-of-winter
blossoming
I think
how it is that we might
pass a whole life
seeking a light we once thought
outside us
when all the time
it is within
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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What a lovely blog you have! I'd +1 most of the posts, but I - and you - would probably be banned by Google, because some algorithm in its computer brain would suspect us of cheating :-)
ReplyDeleteInstead I think I'll just read what I can and leave a comment here and there. It's a shame that there are no more, but I suppose the only thing one can do about *that* is ... start doing it oneself.
And this is a start.
Best,
Chris
Chris what a lovely comment. That made me smile on a wet morning... A big thank you. Roselle
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