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Just Open Your Sense Doors

This week,

I saw an eagle fly really low.  Under a thick canopy of trees.

It was mesmerizing.

 

I listened to the rhythm of rain drops.  On the glass rooftop of my conservatory.

It was a harmonious melody.

 

I felt the weight of my worn out blanket.  On my tired shoulders.

It was tranquilizing.

 

I smelled the autumn air.  Out there in the forest.

That grounded me.

 

I tasted the pear.  In my season’s salad.

It was delectable.

 

This week,

I met my life.  In all its beauty.

By just opening my sense doors.

 

With my apologies to Descartes,

I sense, therefore I am.

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Autumn!

Autumn is here!

 

Leaves.

They once were tender shoots,

and then grew up to be green leaves.

In the autumn phase of their life,

they have new tricks up their sleeves.

 

They are done with making food,

they are done with cleaning air,

they are beginning a new adventure

drifting from safe havens to an uncertain there.

 

Throwing caution to the winds,

donning yellows and vibrant reds,

no fuss and with zero drama,

they are still turning everyone’s heads.

 

They seem to float in the air

with no seeming purpose on hand,

but that’s OK with them, because to them –

They are just dancing before they land.

 

Autumn of life is here!

 

Humans.

They once were cutie-pie babies,

and then grew up to be young and bold.

In the autumn phase of their life,

they are ready for new magic to unfold.

 

They are done with raising family,

they are done with making homes.

They are starting on a new adventure,

with lots of wisdom in their bones.

 

Throwing ‘what will people say’ to the winds,

donning new interests and styles,

they step out in a world ridden with unease

with cool, calm heads and heartful smiles.

 

They have become the elders of the world, 

with reading glasses and first wrinkles on their hands,

but that’s OK with them, because to them –

They are just dancing before they land.

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Letting go…

Letting go of the life I was living

Letting go of the plans I was beginning to make

Letting go of the dreams I was dreaming up

Letting go of the hopes that were coming awake.

Sitting in this space of uncertainty

not knowing what to expect,

hanging on to a vague image of the future

with no idea of what is ahead.

I turn to what I do have right now

to ground me and settle me down.

I grasp for treasures accessible

and discover gems to fill up a crown.

 

I savour the beauty of English spring,

and soak in its lazy sunshine.

I tread the paths of my neighbourhood, and have

weekly dates with an old dame across the two-metre line.

 

I indulge in cooking with no distractions

and tango with aromas and taste.

I am surprised at my own ability to focus

as I spend hours creating without any haste.

 

I talk daily with my loved ones

I say hello to friends via Zoom,

I can tune into the rhythm of their lives

now that I am not going vroom-vroom.



I am getting used to this new pace of life

I am beginning to dream in its confines.

I am hoping for some continuity

and am making plans with dim outlines.

 

But then fear decides to drop in

with anxiety and worry as coattails,

I get jolted into the reality

with all the uncertainties and other travails.



It seems, I might again be …

 

Letting go of the life I was living

Letting go of the plans I was beginning to make

Letting go of the dreams I was dreaming up

Letting go of the hopes that were coming awake.

Letting go of the life I was living

Letting go of the plans I was beginning to make

Letting go of the dreams I was dreaming up

Letting go of the hopes that were coming awake.

Sitting in this space of uncertainty

not knowing what to expect,

hanging on to a vague image of the future

with no idea of what is ahead.

I turn to what I do have right now

to ground me and settle me down.

I grasp for treasures accessible

and discover gems to fill up a crown.

 

I savour the beauty of English spring,

and soak in its lazy sunshine.

I tread the paths of my neighbourhood, and have

weekly dates with an old dame across the two-metre line.

 

I indulge in cooking with no distractions

and tango with aromas and taste.

I am surprised at my own ability to focus

as I spend hours creating without any haste.

 

I talk daily with my loved ones

I say hello to friends via Zoom,

I can tune into the rhythm of their lives

now that I am not going vroom-vroom.



I am getting used to this new pace of life

I am beginning to dream in its confines.

I am hoping for some continuity

and am making plans with dim outlines.

 

But then fear decides to drop in

with anxiety and worry as coattails,

I get jolted into the reality

with all the uncertainties and other travails.



It seems, I might again be …

 

Letting go of the life I was living

Letting go of the plans I was beginning to make

Letting go of the dreams I was dreaming up

Letting go of the hopes that were coming awake.