And the trees begin to whisper
like they are sharing a secret that only they can hear
But if I’m very quiet
And very clear
I can hear it too
*In silence,
nature,
everything becomes clear, it’s as if we too become our natural selves and blend into the breath of the earth, the breeze.
The wind chime words of poetry begin to bubble freely
And our consciousness returns to the earthen surface of our creative source
New ideas begin to sprout as we turn our minds to something like
Cleaning the dust from surfaces
Pegging washing along the line
A hum of happiness
A tune I haven’t thought of in years
Old thoughts are gentle instead of conflicted
Welcomed in like old friends
Instead of smothered.
Silence is a state of being
Chosen
It arrives by the block where I chop kindling
Sit by the fire
Turning the soil
Sifting weeds through my fingertips
Cooking
Whenever then
I give my hands something productive to do
My hands often conjure silence
And when they do
And I realise I am in it
I like to feel my ears opening
Stretching
Silence is not a nothing
It is an everything
And when we become very still
Forearm hairs raised
Feet absorbing
We become part of everything too
*this was supposed to be just the one small poem but then something unravelled so I followed it
I’m glad I did, it returned me to a meditative place inside, one I love and often drift into when walking through nature and observing everything
Photos through from my walk through the national park a week or so ago
And here is yesterday’s post from Substack if you want to click across. I’ve been banging on about poetry and art being medicine for awhile now but the book I was reading last week offers scientific validation of how art is extremely good for our brains and creates healthier humans all round.
I also publish a (different again) weekly post on my website as well – subscribing is free and there are no likes or follows publicised so it’s very quiet and peaceful.
I know that’s a lot of reading (because I do a lot of writing😊) and certainly don’t have any expectations but it’s lovely when folks from WordPress find their way there.
Meanwhile this blog will always be the priority because my first love is poetry and my favourite community is this one ❤️
The trees talk to you because they feel the pureness of your soul ., lovely post , dear one ♥️
Thanks Yassy I think everything else rises up when the noise fades away and we become more present 💕
Yes, that’s a beautiful way of putting it 🤗
beautiful post where trees evoke silence and knowingness, Kate! ❤️
p.s. tried to like on substack but have to sign in!
I appreciate you reading Cindy, and letting me know, you are such a ray of sunshine everywhere you pop up 🩷💥
Oh it’s my pleasure and thank you so much my friend! 🩷
Thanks Cindy, they do have a lot more practice at standing still 😊💕
Love your photos of the trees and poetic reflections <3
Thanks Rosaliene and lovely to hear from you 💕
I love when our mind takes over and the thoughts just continue on. And loved the poem, yes if we listen quietly we can be a part of it too.
Thanks so much Pooja – my mind, like anyone’s I guess – is rarely silent – I have to let it talk itself out sometimes
I can relate and you’re most welcome.
This is a nice poem. I love the tree! Awesome 😎
Thanks Doreen 😊
“We become part of everything too”
Indeed, we do 😉
wonderful, Kate : poem and pics; esp like how when our hands are busy — e,g, hanging clothes on the line, bringing them in — our ears are opening —