Sunday, February 19, 2012

A Japanese Garden

A Japanese Garden

My mind floats just inches above the smooth still water
in a pond in the center of a Japanese garden.
I smell the water.
I see the flash of red, gold, and white
swimming below me.

In the soft breeze that gently rustles the bamboo.
I smell the delicious odors of orchids and clematis.
My body is nowhere to be found.
There is no pain, no sensation at all.

My mind is an integral part of the garden.
The Moon bridge is displaying it's round reflection.
Half bridge, half water.

As I drift across the water, not touching it but barely
separated from it I feel the humidity and cleansing vapor.
This cleanses my mind and soul.

I hear the songs of many birds.
Their joyful chorus adds beauty to the whole completeness
that is the Garden.

All sights, sounds, colors, smells, and the living Garden
is one entity.
Just like the Earth is a living being.
All parts of a larger whole.
Nothing is static, it is only still.

As the fog lifts my mind follows.
I drift up into the smell of pine and willow.
I become all that I sense.
I am the Garden.

I will stay as long as I am allowed.

© Jan. 1, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Song of Day and Night

Song of Day and Night

You know when the morning looks at you
and sings of Mysteries
and the Trees take up the chorus
one by one.

Singing in Harmony with the birds,
the Rose Colored Face of Morning gradually gives way
to the bright Lyrical Chant of Day.
We are alive and we are Here.

As the day progresses it mellows it's tone
to a more relaxed color … Greens and Blues and Browns …
The Chirp and Tweek and Rustle
Letting the Ones Who Know that someone is afoot.

The Raven croaks "They are Here!"
Nothing moves without notice.
Every warble, every shaft of light reflected
on the dust of the day
shows where we have been and where we are going.

You sing so sweetly,
you Sky…you Siren of the Living Earth.
How can we not Hear?
How can we not know?

You leave us a Lullaby of Stars
in the Blanket of Night.
Each Star sings it's own Note.
A symphony of tiny bells to lull us to sleep..
To Dream of days to come, and ways to go.

Sing me to sleep tonight Sky…
Tonight, and I will thank you in the morning...

© Jan , 2012 Philip G. DeLoach