
I, being rather a reclusive type of person,
Close my eyes and listen,
I can feel the lonesome sound of all those around me, even though they make much noise and commotion, there is a loneliness to their clatter.
I can hear the elation of those above me, singing to their Master.
I can hear the complaining of those abou me,which unfortunately; often I hear call.
I feel the touch of those not there, yet it’s not scary at all.
I listen to things others don’t hear
I see a vision here and there and feign it didn’t appear
…but here it comes again, and again.
Perhaps I drifted too far from the shore or too deep into the woods
…I hear my name as the leaves fall, as the snowflakes touch the ground, when the sunsets touch the mountains, and when the sunrise wakes the roosters with their crowing sounds…
I love my life, why would I want to live it any other way
BUT perceptive, picking up all the details I can? I love each and every day!
Sometimes I wonder, okay, others would judge this as impaired health,(but they're wrong!)
Does this mean that I have been given a gift or I am and oddity myself?
And yet I don’t care…I know my being, I know my own soul, I care so for others who don’t seem to know,
Perhaps I don’t frequently enough let it show.
No, it is just me and how I am feeling so at odds with the world…
And how life events have made my mind curl,
Into a ball of a variety of directions, paths and trails,
But full circle I’ll come quite unfurled,
For I am accustomed to the ins and outs, the ups and downs,
Yet somehow I do wish they’d tame their sound,
At times that is, and yet at others,
I cherish the creativity that hovers.
For I know my GOD doesn’t make mistakes,
And therefore this is the path I will take.
Believing in myself and my dreams,
And NEVER giving up my precious memories.
For diversity is quite a gift you see,
Just like the TREE OF LIFE for you and me,
It reaches its branches North, South, East, and West
Trying to encompass all, it does it’s best.
Yet how can we feel so conglomerated and justified,
In our judgment and in our self- pride?
Just look for a moment at any old tree,
And you will see,
The direction it reaches ever for the sun,
No matter what it’s branches beneath have done.
Each survives in its own special way,
Can’t we just accept it and say,
Let each be their own, let each find their true self,
For no one can be inside your personal shell,
Incorporate into your ever- changing minds and hearts,
To encompass those of which you would start
To judge and try to figure out, just bow your head
And be thankful instead,
what a blessing that it is to us all,
for rote robotic beings would make this world rather dull.
Piece by piece, we realize we are all individual creations,
revelation by revelation; we realize it spans all nations.
I wish I could be the SILENCE and yet the PRESENCE
To remove your hesitance,
Not to make your perception jaded,
And leaving your own space un-invaded..
Acceptance of Diversity…Creativity…and Individuality,
Can thwart judgment and immorality
Easing so many a heart, mending so many a mind,
You can begin ANYTIME!!!
Ctrygirl 4 2009
picture of ancient oak in my area