The day settles
into a lazy umber glow
as the tide rises to fill the cove.
The distant mountains
massive and snow capped,
remind me how little I know.
We humans are so small.
Is this why we cling to power?
Better to surrender vanity,
join the deer in their evening browse
or the teeming schools of silver fish.
Like the ancient stone and shoreline trees
I gather the wisdom of the old ones
through these island roots
to soften my calloused heart
that when next we meet
my eyes will be unblinded.
Reading of “When Next We Meet” with music by Morten Lauridsen
Let’s give up the human arrogance!
Don, this is wisdom beautifully expressed. Thank you.
This one gave me to pause Don, and to feel deeply the significance of one small poem. Thank you.
Mmm yes.
My heart needed this reminder. Thank you for the healing power of your poetry, Don.
Lovely, Don.
Hi Don, The last comment was me not my daughter, Amber. She uses my computer which seems to confuse the machine. I hope this one comes through correctly. She would, no doubt, enjoy your poem, also.
We worked hard to change the world in our youth, joining with others to lift the vibration of humankind………….beautiful work in which I am proud of! Now it is the time of wide eyes awareness, stillness and deep joy! We know now, indisputably, that is what penetrates.
I see you Don, standing tall across the waters and the land—I see through the eyes of the transformed heart, and the flame which shifts from red-brown earth through umber-gold to violet in the clear light; I stand upright and enlarged, the whole prism of my presence displayed, multi-coloured mantle spread across vastness, where I await the appointed time when next we meet and see one another anew through these awakened eyes, and we will take the full stature of our form as Two Mountains Walking