musing

I am noticing an increased affinity to plants, trees flowers and grasses. I notice their vibrance and feel an extra layer or a greater intensity of colour freshness and life when I am among them or looking at them consciously or not. The colours seem to pop. The scents slow me in my tracks and their vibrance calls to me and makes me sway with them in the breeze.




This coincides with my silence.



A new born silence where even my own thoughts and musings can be an unwelcome intrusion. A lover who I would love to avoid for no reason other than the attraction of that space where nothing is me, mine, mined moaned or moved.



Probably coincidence, but do feel the flowers and the trees, breeze or no breeze. I feel them. I respect them I want to know what they know and for the few moments before I attempt to articulate, I feel that I do. Somehow I feel that place where no harm is done. Where all life is nurtured and giving in endless refrain. And before articulation there is no name for the type or size of 'Give' that is shown. It is a gracious welcoming, like a love splendid and fat with affection. A taste that is beyond taste because the thing savored is all selfness before it knows so.


The breeze caressing the slumbering form. The leaves drinking and basking as they exhale life on the earth itself .

dudue did i pop a vessel ?! hehe