This deeply wonderful poem is by my fellow blogger and blog-friend Marga T. Please check out her uplifting writing on her blog here LIFE AS IMPROV.
The crispy shells of the rice stalks
in the breeze,
murmuring as as I pass by.
These tall brown ancestors of last year’s crop
stand by to guide the green shoots rising up –
I listen to the rustling
of a whole tribe –
I am back and they remember me.
I am spending so much time alone
I am learning to hear
for the way
that I am one
yet integral –
all alone, so far away,
yet never by myself,
except when I turn on
the radio of my thoughts
and forget even where I am.
The only togetherness
I long for is this oneness
and I wish to only be
who is listening in this way
to the wind, the pattern in the crickets
as they turn on one by one at dusk.
It is enough to know the gift of aloneness;
it is enough to measure my days
that suit the sun
of no one –
in the whole wide world