Get out of your head
And listen to the sound of the grass as she sways
One beast?
Covered in a pelt that stretches for days?
Or a thousand small clumps
Communing
The wind brings their conversation
From earth to ear
The human walking past
Suddenly tuning in
Hears
A longing for rain
Whish full pining for seeds
Left to go tumbling out on the breeze
The music
Of a million hollow reeds
Singing
An aria
There is a percussion when faced front on
That buffets my own ear drums
But if I turn to whom the grass serenades
The melody again kicks in
Is it my footfalls
Or is that the bass?
Bugs and crickets lying almost flat
Down near the dirt tumbling neath shoes
The grass is singing
A connection tune
Orchestral conductor
Swings into action
He will make use of anything
For the main attraction
The windmill
The chimes
The steel drum with hollowed out sides
It likes hollow things
The wind
Because only the
Empty
Can hear
It sing
Your work is as enjoyable and satisfying as I first found it!! You were one of the first I followed and I’ve enjoyed your journey! Stay Well 🙂
Thanks Colin – I find your work the same and Thankyou! That’s a lovely compliment
Ha, it’s true! And amazing to think how quickly a year has passed and what a strange one it’s been!
This reminds me of cornstalks on the wind. When you walk on the fields on a windy day, it almost sounds like waves in the ocean.
Nature sings, we just need to tune our ears and minds.
Oh that is beautiful! ❤️
Thanks Kellie
Great closing lines! : )
Thanks Widds and my meditation persists with the sole goal of one day obtaining emptiness.
Then what will you do?
Oh I’ll be dead by then so it doesn’t matter – can’t see myself becoming Zen in this life …but aiming for it is always worthy and gives me a goal 😊
Beautiful!! I felt like I could see and hear the entire scene you created. ❤️
Thanks Hal 😘
You’re welcome!
Beautifully written.