Month: March 2020

The actor plays soft piano to a contented cat

And the musician sings with his morning voice

Too brash and quite rusty

With a grin and a giggle

The naturalist teaches about primroses

The artist teaches my children to draw monsters

 

 

Step outside your comfort zone

Be visible and be nervous

and 

Let

Them 

See.

The Magic will flow

 

 

The comedian makes us laugh

And locked-down residents play accordion

Across Romeo and Juliet balconies

A friend made a card of golden, blessed bereavement

Because there is death, too

 

 

Forget your left from your right

Talk a little bit of gibberish if you need to

Fluff the lines

But 

Give

It’s time to give

 

 

I turn on the camera and I give.

My gift is Yoga

For empowerment

and Truth and Balance and Patience with it all

I step aside and let the asanas do the talking

 

Every little cell in my body is happy

Every little cell in my body is well

 

 

Every little cell in my body is happy

Every little cell in my body is well

 

 

It all ends in the Corpse pose

After all

 

 

 

 

Go

out to the farthest horizon and

never come back

 

 

Keep going

shed all your skins,

your belongings mean nothing out there

where the edge meets the sky

 

 

I run and I run

out to that place

with my mind and soul and body

I run

 

 

Come back!

come

you’re needed yet at the shoreline

The high tide mark still holds

the detritus of your life

which you never

quite

yet

have managed to shed

 

 

I lap the flotsam with my watery form

waiting

to be turned again

Not a soul to be seen

Except for Hare, Blackbird,

Deer, Wren

and

Many

Many

Many birds, tits great and blue

Chiff chaff

Green woodpecker and mallards laugh

And I breathe into the rhythm of my steps

 

 

Not a sound of machines anymore

Not a trail in the sky

I am alone in a returned world

That has been waiting

Patiently

Squeezed out to the edges of dawn and dusk

Until now

 

 

Not a membrane betweeen me and

What is out there anymore,

My ears attune to bird song

A rustle in the still-frozen undergrowth

The thud of a fleeting deer’s footfall

The pad of my own feet

Touching the earth

 

 

Not a natural sound

Throbbing grows

Somewhere out there

An out-of-place van appears

Bright orange van of a scaffolding man

I cry a little sob of pity

Go home, my eyes plead

He drives past me

 

 

Not her

I come home to hear a friend has it

Caught it on pilgrimage

Now she endures her pain and fear and has no breath nor strength

A ripple of pity

Widening into love

Flows through me into her

And all of us

 

 

Her once strong legs are mine today

What do we love this world for?

Unless for the days when the magic

We love

Turns on us and

Challenges us to breathe in

Out

Stay with us

Are souls are being seen

Don’t go away

Once again I have written a piece for Anima Monday which I warmly invite you to read. The message from Kindness is so pertinent right now, when we can all make those small choices in our lives that lead us along the path of compassion.

https://animamonday.wordpress.com/2020/03/16/the-anima-of-kindness/