WAITING FOR SPRING

 

The lake is dead still now.

Big trees stand erect,

Pin Oak droops with last years leaves,

Grass is brown from winters scourge.

 

Grey clouds loom overhead,

It’s a dark and gloomy day.

No wind, no breeze,

Stillness all around.

 

And yet I know that just beneath,

What my eyes can see and my skin can feel,

Is something more wondrous

Than my weary humanness can explore.

 

I go to my center- that illusive space within.

I am still. I am centered. I open.

And with my knowing- with all that I am,

I feel it, I sense it and I know.

 

I know that just beneath the stillness,

Is a world that is so alive.

So active, so awesome,

That to reveal itself would set me whirling.

 

Millions of tiny microbes beneath the surface,

And just as many larva and worms,

Are doing what they do in unison,

As part of Nature’s awesome quest.

 

Ah, Nature- always moving, always evolving.

Yet we barely can see it all.

We see what looks like dead trees,

And brown grass on the surface.

 

And yet beneath it all, a glorious fusion of energy

A fusion so magnificent,

That to see it would surely blow my mind!

And so I sit and I wait- I try to connect.

 

I fuse myself into it all- waiting and still.

There’s a knowing now, yes a revelation-

I am but a small part and yet I am part of-

The fusion of it ALL!

 

-  Granny Earth