Time-Freeze
In the shade of this big old tree
Thanks Shoshisn www.flickr.com/photos/shoshisn/866747412/ making this picture for me to use
I will take a while and sit in the shade of this big old tree,
listen to what the leaves whisper to each other
while the wind gently strokes them.
See how the branches sway while dancing with the breeze.
Smell the scent of green grass, feel it crisp and cool under my feet.
On my back one with the earth, connecting with the deep blue sky.
At first it looks so distant and far so unreachable high,
zooming in to the candy floss clouds bringing it closer, touchable near.
Playing with the wind entertaining me
by making pictures stimulating my imagination,
prompting my fantasy in acting out scenes
on a wide open stage with a heavenly blue decor.
When I draw the curtain by closing my eyes,
I listen, hear the bugs applauding.
The crickets calling the an-cor.
In the silence so many sounds and no noise.
The harmony of nature, all tuned in to each other.
Who is the director? No one out of tune.....
We are so among noise that we have learned to filter out so much
that we have forgotten to tune in to the little sounds.
They are there but we do not hear....
I miss my home. My Africa. The farm where my roots are.
Where nature talks my language, where everything is intense.
Where money has a purpose to pay for some things,
but has no value to pay for so many things with the greatest value.
...Like seeing a chameleon not in a hurry to catch the bus,
changing clothes to any environment or occasion - not bought at a boutique.
The frog singing in a deep alto had no singing lessons.
The springbuck leaping through the sky had no dancing lessons.
The cow grazing peacefully chewing away, do not complain about the menu.
The birds are flying free against a clear clean blue sky,
following each other gliding in perfect sequence, being at peace with it.
Butterflies a beautiful color show dancing and flirting from flower to flower.
If perfection does exist, then in nature it does.
Even what seems to be imperfection, is the fine details that makes it perfect
that makes it true and real.
So friends keep on looking, see listen and hear seek and find. . .
Awakening
You read words of feelings from the heart and soul of : Marina v.d. B
In the shade of this big old tree
Thanks Shoshisn www.flickr.com/photos/shoshisn/866747412/ making this picture for me to use
I will take a while and sit in the shade of this big old tree,
listen to what the leaves whisper to each other
while the wind gently strokes them.
See how the branches sway while dancing with the breeze.
Smell the scent of green grass, feel it crisp and cool under my feet.
On my back one with the earth, connecting with the deep blue sky.
At first it looks so distant and far so unreachable high,
zooming in to the candy floss clouds bringing it closer, touchable near.
Playing with the wind entertaining me
by making pictures stimulating my imagination,
prompting my fantasy in acting out scenes
on a wide open stage with a heavenly blue decor.
When I draw the curtain by closing my eyes,
I listen, hear the bugs applauding.
The crickets calling the an-cor.
In the silence so many sounds and no noise.
The harmony of nature, all tuned in to each other.
Who is the director? No one out of tune.....
We are so among noise that we have learned to filter out so much
that we have forgotten to tune in to the little sounds.
They are there but we do not hear....
I miss my home. My Africa. The farm where my roots are.
Where nature talks my language, where everything is intense.
Where money has a purpose to pay for some things,
but has no value to pay for so many things with the greatest value.
...Like seeing a chameleon not in a hurry to catch the bus,
changing clothes to any environment or occasion - not bought at a boutique.
The frog singing in a deep alto had no singing lessons.
The springbuck leaping through the sky had no dancing lessons.
The cow grazing peacefully chewing away, do not complain about the menu.
The birds are flying free against a clear clean blue sky,
following each other gliding in perfect sequence, being at peace with it.
Butterflies a beautiful color show dancing and flirting from flower to flower.
If perfection does exist, then in nature it does.
Even what seems to be imperfection, is the fine details that makes it perfect
that makes it true and real.
So friends keep on looking, see listen and hear seek and find. . .
Awakening
You read words of feelings from the heart and soul of : Marina v.d. B