Reflections on a silent retreat
I am not a poet.
But thoughts come in free verse form, a sort of hiuku... when time is passed in silence observing nature.
As it affects me, I respond. These were the notes written in my journal while on retreat a few years back...
day 1
7:30 a.m.
on pier
nothing, a fish
the sun shines on my face as the day awakens
the motion of the water, a cool breeze
and duck calls overhead
this is my morning prayer
I don't need people now
my soul screams to be alone
the bell tolls
but not for me
later
I hear the birds
I feel the sun
my senses awaken
after a long sleep
the walk
the sun, the breeze, the sounds awaken me
the fresh smell of a pecan still green
in its shell
the beauty of an acorn adorned
with its cap
stillness, quiet
how dear you are to me
like an unquenchable thirst
and I can't get enough
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day 2
the hidden place
again the bell tolls
but I cannot go
the stillness surrounds me
the quiet holds me fast
this is where I belong
at this time
in this place
are there beasties here?
off the beaten path
hidden dells and hidden treasures
pecans low for the picking
others bursting from their shells
on the forest floor
some forest, my dell - but it's mine now
I've claimed it by my presence
and it welcomes me
little trails of tiny flowers
hidden from all who dare not come
for fear of beasties in the wood
rare treats to find
for those who venture
not without fear, but with
a quest
Thanks for taking the time to view this page. It's a small part of me that I'm hesitant to share...
but nature constantly astounds me!
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