Step on or elevate?
life is what you make of it
Are you taking?
Are you giving?
Are you stranded?
Lost in a sea of your own mind
You are right where you are supposed to be
Right when you are needed
It’s all about your frame of reference.
You have the power to shift it at will.
Don’t forget to look down. Stoop down. Look at what you’re about to step on and look over to side at what is not so trodden. What is there?
what magical other place this is? So easily hidden in plain view
And how does this newness you just discovered apply?
How does it affect your imagination and link to your usual perspective?
You fly by, capture a speeding glimpse and are forever changed, if you allow it within yourself. If you are willing to let it open chains of thought, willing to let it somewhere near your heart.
The secrets are there for you to learn and share.
Their rich juices will feed your soul through osmosis.
Here are a few that I’ve found and stolen away…
For a rainy day.
many face them
we do not know
friends stand up
and lend a hand
one never knows
may come home to roost
bites you in the fanny
we all thirst for
sustenance and growth
at the dearest expense
of the life of others
So we must be worth it,
we must lend a hand.
MWW – 2015,March27th
What whispers will spill,
from between the cracks in the bark?
What creaks and moans,
bends in the wind,
grows tall in the dirt and snow.
Greetings of fruit to bear
shade from the heat during the Summer months,
shade from the Sun’s far reaching rays.
What ways do you grow?
What fruit do you bear?
Who do you cast a shadow upon,
as the sunlight feeds us all…
Profound lessons are to be had in our cemeteries.
Deep thoughts of divinity, hardship and our roots.
These places we ignore usually, leaving them untouched and slightly kept after.
Go there and also witness the abundance of animal life.
Listen to the birds, bugs and hundred year old trees sing.
They thrive on the land that holds our ancestors.
We walk the Earth in peace and joy.
As I walked the hallowed ground I came upon a “butt-tree.” It had long cheeks and about head height there was a hollow with green leaves inside. As I looked in, I saw the leaves twitch and heard a rustling. Startled, I jumped back and then laughed at myself. I found a nearby seed pod full of uneaten, red berries and tucked it lightly into the nest’s doorway. My work was done.
Be well, friends.
– Mark Weathers – October 2014
And let yourself seek shelter.
Getting wet is not so bad if you know where to find warmth and a place to dry off.
The past gives us gifts and never really leaves us. There is only the now, be happy. 😀