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I SING TO FOLKS I FEEL I KNOW

“If I find a green meadow splashed with daisies and sit down beside a clear-running brook, I have found medicine. It soothes my hurts as well as when I sat in my mother’s lap in infancy, because the Earth really is my mother, and the green meadow is her lap.”

 

from Quantum Healing, by Deepak Chopra

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTvfzEdUTH4

SOMEONE I KNEW – GORDON HASKELL

 

MOTHER NATURE HEALS ALL WOUNDS

 

Sunshine and sultry, shifting shadows

dappled through meandering meadows

grasses swaying gently in the breeze

walking through up to my knees

tickling moths and butterflies

from their hiding place where nature breathes

they flutter by and say hello

sprinkling generous saffron yellow

pollen particles like golden speckles

land like freckles on my arms and nose

buzzing bees and hummingbird hawk moths

hover lazily above roses as round and ripe as apricots

and purple flowering butterfly bushes

Summer breeze and sugared trees

so sweet with trickling honey bees

bumbling; buzzing; busy beings

blend with nature; blackbirds sing

up high on terracotta chimney pots

their joyful tunes before the dusk

thank the world for this golden hour

when the sun shines brighter before it sleeps

and sends us promises it means to keep

that tomorrow a glorious dawn will come

and welcome us all over again

for each new day is one that's blessed

with such beautiful things that bring us rest

tranquil pools with dragonflies

balmy days and sumptuous skies

padded out with scudding clouds

that make me want to sing aloud

and restless spirits cannot be found

amid the softness of the ground

that roots us to this wondrous world

and if our story were to end

then we are blessed to have this friend

for Mother Nature heals all wounds

in mind and body; through all our trials

and wraps us in her loving arms

so warm and gentle, calming balm

that soothes and whispers us to sleep

in swinging hammocks slung between the trees

in orchards thick with apples; pears

and swollen plums and quinces too

where blueberries mingle with redcurrants

and vie with figs and grapes bruised blue

and creeping hops that scent the air

with promises of home-made beer

my eyelids are heavy with all this heaven

as I am lulled and fall asleep to dream

of endless Summers found within my childhood

thoughts evoked by smells and sounds

the gentle caress of the Southern wind

that absolves this day of any sins

for tomorrow is another day

and if it's possible to be

more perfect than this day has been

then I'll know that we let Heaven in.

 

- AP – Copyright remains with the author

 

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Special thanks to my flickr friend Mac Evans who has very generously created a gallery in my name. I don't know what I have done to deserve such generosity, but I am humbled and honoured. Mac, I dedicate this picture to you, my friend : 0)

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Taken on August 10, 2016