The Water through the rocks
or the Rock holding steady,
the Bird floating on the surface
or the bottom of the Lake
WHO DO YOU NEED TO BE?
The Skies above the water
or the Mountains broad and high,
the Trees away from shore
or the Shore awash itself.
Warmth, Cold, Fluid or Rocky
Dark, Light, Wind sweeping at the waves,
Heights, Depths, Fish swimming under there,
the Bird that flies away
Fast, Slow, Still, Moving
WHO DO YOU NEED TO BE?…
© 2010, Filomena Ianni
This was written in the Lake District a year ago, on the trip that opened this blog.
It is April again, March having escaped me, almost, shrouded in a whirlpool of changes, some tough, some liberating, some welcome and understood and celebrated, some incomprehensible and ridden with unanswered questions, all – I am sure – ultimately necessary, as such is the nature of FLOW, when our deepest self has ‘signed up’ for it. Mine did, a long time ago.
So, as it is at the birth of Spring, some shoots have found their way through the soil still cold, in difficult conditions, some have rushed to embrace the light, eager and easy, having gathered enough strength and nourishment in the previous months.
Good bye wondrous powerful March!
And to welcome April, I am introducing a POETRY PAGE, of which this poem is the first. This will turn into a regular page you will be able to access from the top banner and you will be able to contribute with more poetry, your own or others’, any time. Don’t forget to ask the author’s permission if you wish to share others’ poetry or if you are drawing from a published author.
So SEND IN YOUR POETRY!
Just go to the CONTACT page (in the top banner) and copy and paste the poem in the message window.
I am looking forward to sharing our intuitive wisdom this way