The Meaning of These Days. NaPoWriMo. Day 1
There is meaning to these days
that drift by in the quiet sequester
of the unknown in each moments breath
Listening to the invitation from Spring rising
in her gay green garment, pushing through the impossible
hard cold earth that splits her cracks open for the birth push
For a small sprout to give her face to the Sun, feel the rain’s nurture
sway in the wind’s welcome
There is meaning to these days
that have us held to quarantine, to ‘shelter’
on behalf for the great well being of All
Settling into the quiet, the silence, the
slow down from the better-stay-busy’s
illusion of true purpose when all around us
what was once normal, standard, ‘the way
of things’, holds us all to the unknown of
everything.
What were rituals and daily bread
Turn upside down
What were the purposeful doings of making a living
Shut down
What held us to a monetary system of illusive security
Closed down
What ways to fight a dis-ease that has no cure we
Hunker down
Become the quiet and the stillness
is Earth’s invitation
in a shifting pattern,
a readjustment,
a new calibration of life,
desperate to renew us all,
to rebirth a New Earth
To be still and contemplate
To listen to the all around and within
Earth wisdom is the meaning of these days
We can make meaning of these days
~~~~. copyright, jeanne adwani.
This picture is when I was in Germany. I was in a ‘crypt’. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to do this. It’s as close to a park bench of a picture I have.
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 