Murmur #6 (Gaia)

 

I’ve seen it in the bottom of a tea-cup.

In the way the bones have fallen,

And in the future revealed by the Elder Futhark.

It’s written in the stars;

In new migratory paths of the Eastern Curlew.

And reinforced by the southward movements

of the Alaskan Timber Wolf.

 

The solitary Blue Whale sings about this end.

Maybe I’m entering my menopause?

Perhaps it’s an epigenetic thing?

Whatever it is, its not a single trigger.

I’m getting angry, at times, violent.

At other times simply disappointed,

in your failure to understand.

 

I can’t provide you with support,

not for much longer anyway.

I’m changing and it’s permanent.

We cannot continue this relationship –

not the way it’s currently arranged.

You are going to have to change your ideas,

Or I will not be here for you – your choice.

 

You need to embrace new energies.

Tidy up my oceans and the water I provide.

Stop polluting my soils with plastic and poisons…

… just clean up after yourselves!

If not –

I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

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FIRES

You n Me (an Etheree)

Meanderings

I sometimes look at the ocean and wonder

Do fish look up at the sky and wonder?

I took a picture of the moon rising.

The moonbeams pierced the clouds

And shone brightly on the surface

Of an otherwise black sea.

Did the sea creatures below see the beauty?

These thought occur regularly.

They sneak out of dark corners

Way back in my mind.

It makes me wonder what else goes on…

Back there.

My subconscious scares me a little,

Am I controlling it?

My life experiences

Held in a big subconscious bowl.

Allowed to stew and blend,

Then pushed forward –

Unfiltered, unprocessed…unspoiled?

I mean, I’ve sometimes had the thought –

How can somebody do wrong

To another person –

Yell, hit, ignore, vilify or worse.

And then the thought comes –

How did it feel for the perpetrator?

Do I really want to know?

I don’t, and if I don’t

Why does my subconscious?

Idle curiosity…

I choose to think so.

I look into my dog’s eyes –

I love you they say.

Or is that what I want them to say.

When is dinner?

That’s probably what she’s thinking.

Maybe that look’s just curiosity?

And if curiosity killed the cat –

I am in a lot of trouble.

Reasons to be Cheerful

Some of this

Less of that

Fear of few

Love of lots

Plenty to give

Thankful to receive 

Words that build

Ears that listen

Hearts that sing

Those who laugh

Hands that help

Spirits that soar

Colours that matter

Differences that don’t

Friendship to warm

Music to soothe

Places to see

Those I’ve seen

Paths that meander

Murmur #5

I wonder…

Will we see past the colour

Will we perceive the beauty

Held within these simple strokes

Or will our hearts refuse

To see the reality beneath

The murmur of life

That hums equally

Within all living things

Regardless of how we paint them

Decisions

Some choices are black and white

And yet I always add the grey.

Before I know it –

All the colours bloom.

Reds, greens and sometimes blue,

And I’ve put it off –

Until another sunrise.

Maybe then, in black and white.