I watch my thoughts lose track on their way to something I needed to remember. A dream I had so sweet and serene, where I was in a place filled with beauty and I felt the soothing light wash over me like a sweet symphony. There was silence in this space and I felt as if I were floating, moving like a balloon through the sky while watching with wonder the emptiness below me, no human souls, just greenery and flowers as far as the eye could see. Blue ocean met like a border where the green left off and the sky was endless. This place was simply beautiful. I walked along and then stopped in my tracks. No particular reason, I just stopped because as suddenly as it was lost, it was found. I looked beside me through the palms along the path, seeing the soothing light that finally made its way to my view and I smiled then. I felt as if this were a part of a place I had been before. This feeling, this view and a butterfly flitted by my head, calling my conscious mind out of its aimless thoughts to watch as it flitted about on the air back and forth in front of me, as if whispering it’s secrets. The place I was looking for wasn’t external, it was within. When I could take slow breaths and quiet the inner voices from their frantic search, I became a part of the world I had been seeking. It was the dream coming back to speak to me, to remind me what it was that I had been trying to remember. I stood in that place for a few minutes, just appreciating the simple things around me, the view of light that found me unexpectedly while I was on my way to somewhere else. It was enough. It filled my heart, my soul and I began to hum a song from long ago and knew that in my mind I had arrived at my destination. I felt whole. I felt peace.
Adrift on still water
blue below and above the scattering
of thoughtless clouds meandering
across the mind
of a gazing soul-searching
for images within.
Floating I stare into each group
hearing the distant rumble of thunder on the sea
but here in this world, my cocoon a plastic shell
moving like an autumn leaf on gentle waves
I see all I desire in my mind’s eye.
White swans dip gracefully and dragons do battle
while farther away a heart almost becomes whole
before slipping in behind the larger looming formation
lost for a moment except for in my inner camera.
I hear only the sound of my breath
as the paddles dip into the shallow water
a solitary bird stands watching
perhaps wondering if we have the gift of a fish
or a morsel to tempt the tall feathered beauty
and we move silently past,
slipping away around the turn into a space
where the sky meets the water
and the white sand leads through grass
over into the wild blue
but I remain here in this quiet pool
cloud gazing while my mind gathers wool
of the sheep that forms
flying high and I have become
a small insignificant piece of this universal puzzle
rearranging shapes in white
like an artist dabs the sky
with an invisible hand.
Our kayaking trip around the Turtle Beach area began with the bluest of skies and within a half an hour, large bulbous clouds moved in to gift us with shade and some time to be able to sit and imagine what it was at any given moment above, shapes and sizes so immense making us feel so very small. Two and a half hours of non-stop paddling and my shoulders are letting me know about it all today. Peace and cloud gathering, Kim
I will be a participant in this exchange of poems to promote peace, please consider using your amazing voices to add to the collective. Please comment on Michaels post if interested and watch for Nehas post on Saturday. Peace. Kim