There’s always more to do,
the world wanting your attention,
hurry now before the circus leaves town.
All that you are not quite enough
with the elephants to watch
and the ladies in tights.
The midway barkers shout
try your luck, here’s your chance
yet beyond the fairgrounds
in a green slice by the river
silence waits and the sound
of the wild, of water over rock.
You’ll forsake the calliope,
walk a lot of lonely miles
but if you’re called to wonder
you won’t regret leaving the circus
or your time beside the river.
The sound of her voice
lilts quietly on the wind,
the fluttering of cottonwoods
and dappled water
tracing mysteries on your heart,
speaking the sacred words
that answer every prayer –
you belong.
it is not so lonely walking these pathways with you Don – breathing out blessing, releasing all tension, no regrets, sacred space, home again
Yes. There’s a world beyond the circus. The doorway to it seems to me to be solitude, a purity of individual connection. Then when I see that world, I see others seeing.
Gorgeous work, Don.
Me ~ ~ I Thoroughly Enjoy & Relish the Connectivity of Aloneness ~ ~
Oh yes, the epitome of our desires, to belong. Lovely piece Don
Beautifully said.
Yes…the side show is trying desparately to grasp our attention….but the real “game” is an inner job.
Love this one
Don!
You are a true artist of word and truth. The picture you created in poetic verse is spectacular. I have a saying on my refrigerator by Bertrand Russell I would like to share.” A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live.” Joy to you, Don.
Very nice use of language and imagery. Felt a calming effect
Thank you, Don. This aligns so beautifully with what was shared last week during the attunement gathering at Still Meadow.
I like it when you allow yourself (and me, the reader) an ironic glance at the circus before making the choice stark, and irresistible. Its a choice my consciousness faces often, several times per day … and often unfortunately the hullaballoo captivates the senses. Your poetry without fail, draws the sensible conclusion.
This one really speaks to my soul. Thank you, Don.