Simple stories
rise from the grist
of water washed gravel,
desire revealed
shining and desperate.
We’ve loved, then not,
then loved again.
Nothing complex
but the heartache,
searching for what we lost
along the rock strewn shore
while the river carries on.
Song in the searching,
melody in the water,
simple stories told and retold
while the river carries on.
Desire revealed, shining and desperate….the human ego’s story…not realizing that we are loved by Life itself and therefore need desire nothing……
This poem is the music that my soul sings to – – –
Ah, “…that Ol’ Man River, he just keep rollin’ along.”
This time of year often brings me back to that “heartache search”. May I (and may we all) sing the “song in the searching” and be healed by the “melody in the water”.
Thanks, Don.
Maybe they’re deceptively simple…
At times (as I did today) I sit in nature, often these days burdened with concern for its future. And I listen out for what I might recognize as a similar refrain returning to me, maybe a gentle rebuke, some mild complaint about mankind’s behaviour. I’m always surprised that instead, what I hear from nature is an invitation to join its joyful, trusting, simple enthusiasm for life. At least that’s how it translates to my ears. Simple stories.
Thank you, Don.
The changing and the unchanging. Both are honoured here. Thanks.
Don, this reminds me that consciousness is always seeking to express through the body instrument and, as Marco did, to let go of the content and join in the river, the current of that which is naturally flowing. Thanks
A mournful and beautiful tune…
“loved, then not, then loved again”
on and off, on and off
self flagellation whips out each “then not”
leaving red lines of heartache, as signatures
I prefer to just leave it ‘on’ <3