A bird high in the sky.
Bright sun makes feathers gleam.
White against blue.
Me, like a rabbit in a hole, looking out from darkness, while my soul soars with the bird.
Dreams of flight.
Joy on wings.
Small static bursts of recognition, this is what I am meant to be....
Why am I wasting my time down here?
- April 5, 2011
This little poem was written at work the other day. I was looking out of the overhead door, and happened to look up at the beautiful blue sunny sky when I saw the bird. A tiny burst of joy filled my heart, a momentary pleasure, so fleeting that it was hardly there. These little moments are something that I am drawn to - want to explore.
We all have these moments of trancendance, but they are so fleeting. We constantly search for happiness, and suddenly, when we are in the moment, happiness erupts within us at a simple sight or smell. Unfortunately, it is so hard to hold onto. And of course, any sage or meditator will tell you it is because we don't live in the moment enough. This seems to simplify the problem. It is easy to say, "live in the moment." But it is hard to do.
So I approach this in my own life, in my own way. I look for clues. I savor the moments when they come. I let the feeling enter my being. And I write about it when anything interesting comes to me.
Sometimes, it seems that this world of joy is only a thought or a gesture away, separated from me by the thinnest of veils. It seems that if only I knew the key, I could access this amazing fount of joy and energy at any time. But then life creeps in again, and I am pulled away. I must enter the world as my body knows it and get up and go or I will be late, or I better get back to work, or someone asks for my attention.
But I know that it is there. It is always there waiting for me to access it. And probably, in unconscious little ways, I do access it - when I am happy, creating art, talking to a friend, puttering in the garden, trying to give my joy away....
And so my journey and my search continue. But for now, I am tired, and can't think of a good ending for my musings. If anyone should happen to stumble upon these musings and has some musings of their own, I would be happy to hear from them...you. Drop me a line, or a comment.
In the meantime, I am sending out my love to all, and wishes for a happy peaceful Easter.
Take care of you.
Wow - you really are a wonderful writer and very good at self-reflection written into personal narrative. Thanks for sharing difficult moments.
ReplyDeleteMary T.