Month: December 2016
Can you believe
in the magic? Can you
know that it’s real?
Enchantment: it has
something to do with
the senses and how
sounds become colour,
voices come
from nowhere,
and frost appears when
you are not looking.
May your heart be open
to the excitement.
j.g.l.
Without direction from the
soon-setting Sun, drawn not by the pull
of the Moon, it flows past murky shadows
shifting into place, and passes by the sweep of trees.
The river remains constant.
Showing itself, ripples and bubbles, only
when convenient. Beneath the frozen surface,
a flurry of activity within each body of water
it passes through.
Neither transient or untenable
it knows not whether it will end up in the sea,
or be channelled through tributaries
to a gentle stream, sparkling lake, or
come to rest in a stagnant swamp, eventually
seeping into the aquifer, or evaporating
and ending up as a puddle in a far-away city.
The cycle begins again.
Wanderlust.
The river does not know the power it contains,
yet continues to move.
There is no silence.
The stillness is never complete as we,
minute by day, year over year, seek purpose.
And balance. Under this Solstice,
the Sun shedding it’s grace for such little time,
traversing through to darker hours, as we are.
Or as we can,
in this semi-frozen state, craving comfort
which comes from removing ourselves
from the elements.
Man-made darkness, the shelter
in which we hide, or rest, or plot how
we will better face the day, and the year ahead.
Each of us is searching, or knowing, or
finding our ocean.
Neither temporary
or transient. A natural rhythm, the planets revolving
as they should, each cycle, each pattern,
each evolution.
©2016 j.g. lewis
Posted on December 20, 2016 by j.g.lewisLeave a commenttroubles
may be deep
the path likely
difficult
going where no one
has ventured or
bothered
the inclement whether
of why or why bother
how
only questions
can offer incentive
you have the direction
and strength
only patience and
persistence
will get you where
you need to be
walk on
j.g.l.