Living in the now
Time of mind and memory
Not how clock tells time
Moment sweet to breathe
Feel the heartbeat of the earth
Sense deep wells within
This is nature’s gift
Peace, tranquility abide
Feathered hope also.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Oh the “feathered hope” line was the perfect closing, my friend!
Thank you, dear Christy.
Lovely sense of peace and appreciation Ina.
Thanks, Andrea. I appreciate your sensing the peace I felt writing this.
Wow “Feathered hope” love it! Hope you don’t mind as you will see I’ve used it in my poem below. If you allow it? I would love to post it on my blog as a dedication to your good self, and also giving you credit for “Feathered hope”. If you feel I have over stepped the mark then by all means trash it, in hope you wont,
Mick
Hope Realised
Me, when one I find on the ground
I stop, and think how far its flown,
Where, what distant lands its covered?
It might get lucky, and fly again,
And again find its self keeping warm
Chicks, err they be of another species.
Its feathered hope now realised,
For life anew it has kept safe.
Chicks now all fledged, one day
They’ll all moult, will I find one,
Will I be surprised again, to find
A moulted feather on the ground?
This is beautiful, Mick. I’d be honored if you use “feathered hope”. I in turn probably should have credited Emily Dickenson with that image, one of my favorites.
Perhaps I should do the same, would that be a good idea? Feathered Hope, ambiguous in interpretation, love it!…
I’ve been thinking about that image used by Emily Dickenson. Since you used it in your own original way I think it is an image of the poetic realm and belongs to no one. Clearly feathers are part of wings and suggest freedom to fly – thus a symbol of hope. I don’t think it needs to be attributed to anyone in particular. Or am I overthinking this?
Like me overthinking, I think,, someone, I am sure will put us to rights, well maybe?
Expansions to the conversation welcome.
The word arrangement reveals your genius. Nicely done.
I appreciate your comment. It warms my heart that you perceive my gift.