Sunday July 6
*
The
clear gold light
a gentle morning breeze
Brr.. let’s go upon the hill,
to scythe the grass
to raise it up as it falls
to bring it to your medlar tree
a cool shelter
for living earth beneath
Our mind resting in
The smell of newly dried grass
the rustle as it rises
upon our forks
in quiet tune to our thoughts
of our purpose
to help those
in a land so far away
The warm red gold light
in the late afternoon
and all still
in the steady heat
that pauses in passing cloud
The sudden silent cooling darkening
the stormy wind
as the trees begin to bend and wave
in the blue black whitened sky
and rumbling thunder all around
And then the rain
tearing for earth in great sheets
our clothes wet plastered on our bodies
our eyes stinging our lips salty
with the salt of rainy rivers
merged with sweat running down our
faces and falling from our hair
And laughing as we walk
down the hill
the flipping back
of rain bejeweled wild rose
through the coursing of the stream
to find shelter in the cool
darkness
of quiet studio with
the work of our hands and heart
quietly resting there
and quietly watch the the steady patter
as the mist rises
from grateful cooling earth
A quiet patient time apart
even when not seen
still gentle hearts vision
And so, we share this time
together
slight gentle one
as we rest easy
as our plan grows
July 3
* courtesy of A Luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions.