Wednesday, April 20, 2016

What is This Season

Sometimes, on days like this, when the coolness holds hands with warmth, all I want to do is lay back on the earth, and smile at the sky. 

Sometimes, I can almost pretend that every cloud out there holds the answers, holds the secrets to unleashing my dreams.

Sometimes, as I loll in the grass, with the smell of the undomesticated ground surrounding me like a new perfume, I feel as if I could almost become one with the raw warm fertile soil.

Sometimes, I stretch my hand up to the sky, and it almost seems as if I can catch hold of the great blue above me.

Sometimes, I wonder how much of this Mother Earth is made of the dust of all her children, and how it might be to be that way too, fragmented ash flying around the world free.

Sometimes, I feel as if I could take these unfulfilled parts of me, my dreams and desires, and throw them back up at the sky to rejoin that great emptiness, like caged white doves set free.

Sometimes, on days like this, the earth warm on my back, the sun warm on my face, I smile and feel maybe yes, it is fine to be alone; yet the wind smoothly blows over my cheek like a warm, sweet-smelling caress.

artwork: pascal campion

3 comments:

  1. It's only natural to find comfort in nature (pun unintended). At the end of the day, dust we are and to dust we shall all return. It's nice to take some time out from our hectic life and look for oneness with the elements, from where we derive our very existence.

    Beautifully written dear (i wish i knew your name)

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    1. Thanks again, CRD -- you can call me IQ :P not my initials though, which I am guessing yours represent.

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  2. It's only natural to find comfort in nature (pun unintended). At the end of the day, dust we are and to dust we shall all return. It's nice to take some time out from our hectic life and look for oneness with the elements, from where we derive our very existence.

    Beautifully written dear (i wish i knew your name)

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