I came across these random thoughts written on a pad as I walked in Green Cay a couple of months ago. Thought I’d add them here, since all writing, for me, adds to some form of healing.
Seeing loads of snail shells, large ones, out of their element, or is it me?
Breezes sweep past and caress my legs as I look out –
Cameraless, Partnerless, here at Green Cay.
Pad and Pen – Spaces for Tears.
Well, I let them come. No camera to hide behind tonight.
Feeling breezes again
Quick caresses on my legs.
Oh, how I wish they were yours, that you were here, my Beloved.
Spoonbill was on dry land, dried out spot –
Found way back to walk.
Only for me, dry land – wet land.
There is more to find here on Earth.
Anhinga is spreading his wings and don’t know why it is.
Is it you, my Darling, letting me know through your favorite bird that you’re here?
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Lovely writing.
Thanks, Rebecca. Interesting that you happened on this today. Brings tears and both sad and happy memories as I now read what I wrote.
The whole poem is:
http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/contemp/rumibarks/1/
Thank you so much. For anyone wondering what this is referencing, one line from this Rumi poem was quoted in a comment to a post regarding a “caged sunset” – http://www.buddhachicklife.com/1/post/2011/08/caged-sunset-a-photo-essay-and-reflection.html – The line “Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?”