Grasses long and thin
wave gently in the breeze
releasing their seed
to the shaping force,
while upon the shore,
listening and seeing
in prayer without words,
I breathe in the life of form,
breathing out a blessing.
Grasses long and thin
wave gently in the breeze
releasing their seed
to the shaping force,
while upon the shore,
listening and seeing
in prayer without words,
I breathe in the life of form,
breathing out a blessing.
Composed to the music of the spheres.
Beautiful.
wonderful imagery and captures the moment in a lovely way. Thanks, Don.
When someone asks for the definition of “awe”, I’ll read this poem to them.
One of the best…breathtaking…….
I love this
Really beautiful
You nailed it. Rumi would like this one….
Beautiful, as always, Don. Your poems go to the realm of the unsayable. As Rilke said, “Most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.”
Bamboo around me sing gratitude by day and bull frogs voice concurrence throughout the night for your outbreath of blessing. Thank you, Don.