be quiet and still
small and silent
and you will see
wonderous things
these were the sage
words of my grandfather
once a month,
we would go to
a grove in the woods
and learnt the art
of patient watching....
i remember the first time
i saw an echidna rustle by
and the slow movement
of a blue toungue lizard
moving with the sun...
rabbits and foxes
wallabies, a koala
backing down a tree
but the day that still
delights, is the day
as we sat still and quiet
butterfly's alighted
by the hundreds to
become a carpet
of pure flickering enchantment
and i knew this was life....
at it's finest....and most wonderous.....
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
be quiet and still
small and silent
and you will see
wonderous things
these were the sage
words of my grandfather
once a month,
we would go to
a grove in the woods
and learnt the art
of patient watching....
i remember the first time
i saw an echidna rustle by
and the slow movement
of a blue toungue lizard
moving with the sun...
rabbits and foxes
wallabies, a koala
backing down a tree
but the day that still
delights, is the day
as we sat still and quiet
butterfly's alighted
by the hundreds to
become a carpet
of pure flickering enchantment
and i knew this was life....
at it's finest....and most wonderous.....
this lesson taught to me be a quiet and generous man...
has been one of my go to
saving graces...for all my life
the ability to become still and quiet...and see the world
as it moves about you...
really gives a deep stability
to each and everyday...
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