For This Moment................... LESS is bLESSED............

It's chicken sitting time again- out in a pocket of pure heaven. Perhaps its this space that brings out the writer in me as, more often than not,its here that I blog from. The other day, I emptied out the contents of my purse and took this photograph

'This won't pay the bills' I thought- so I went on-line and proceeded to get myself into a right cyber-twist, trying to arrange some business that might fill my purse full of something other than lucky ladybirds and precious stones- for all that I love them. The computer slowed down to the space of a slug, I itched with that pesky thought-form called 'ought' ( and it's loyal subtext- 'surely you can be MORE in the world!') And all the while, a rare autumn sunlight streamed in, whispering 'Dear Miss Cybernerd....are you REALLY in the right place, right now?- while just a few steps outside you have all the wealth of nature? ' I thought for a little, how LESS is a bigger part of BLESS than MORE- and that maybe- just maybe there was a gentle wisdom in that word alone. Be Less- Be Blessed. I'll never be a savvy, whizz-kid cyberbabe or even elder. I'm a moseying muser. Then along came these reflections, I jotted down- before going outside to this :)..

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I am a very UNBUSY being.
Sometimes, in this world of hyperdrive,
guilt flits through the stillness of a moment,
lacerating bliss.
In others, I know this amble is my deepest healing,
softer on all of life.

I am infatuated with casual juxtaposition,
a weave of wondering
and miracle of seeing.
I meet in joy with a relaxation of dust,
lifted by sunlight into perfect pattern;
with how the dropped sock melds
so finely, in form and hue, with the
rumpled rug whose
holes speak the poetry of
patient living;
with how two bright, 'delighted'
colours collude in flirting with my senses.

Did the tree ever dream that,
burning to ash, it's warmth and fragrance
would besot me so?
Was it born for my warmth?
Did it dream of a life spent as a table?
Did it ever feel anything other than
being 'just so'?

Did this succulent, plump green leafy plant,
caught by my eye in a dance of light,
ever need to know that it was, most
importantly, a collision of vitamins and
minerals for my consumption?
Did we ever really need to measure, define
and label, bereft of fluent gumption?

I ask myself, how could this be?
when the feast of simply being
fills me full, with no scrap of knowledge,
no inch or ounce in my heart's awareness,
when the pulse of love
spills its bliss in a wordless
world, with no need to know and
nothing but giving.

I am a very unbusy being,
though science
might tell me otherwise-
a constellation of cells and space,
a tango of commotion

Outside, a cockerel crows announcing a
long born morning,
birds flitter and twitter
as a slow hum
quietly hums itself
and I sit,
immersed in the sweet refrain
of it's rhythm.

As life succumbs to winter,
warm in the womb of the earth,
messages may
fly round cyberspace,
the world may tell me what I
cannot afford to miss.
My heart may briefly
rise to the chase
'just in case'
and then I will forget,
for THIS moment.

love love love to everyone x x x x







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