Be still, Be silent. Watch as the moss covers your back and the leaves fall down and bury your feet. Be still, Be silent. Watch as an earwig and a woodlouse make a home in the nooks of your mossy coat. Be still, Be silent. Watch as a great red deer treads lightly passed unable to separate you from life. Be still, Be silent. Enjoy the beauty of the celandine as they close their petals with the setting sun. Be still, Be silent. Feel the night breeze on your exposed face as the owl hoots its eerie call. And when the sun rises again your eyes will open, following its trajectory, at one with the wisdom of complex simplicity.
Inspired by an essay written by Jack Leahy for Stillness In The West.
Have you ever read any of Gerard Manley Hopkins poems? They are incredibly dense, but full of beautiful natural imagery and beauty.
Naomi- Again, a beautiful poem. Thank you. -Jack