Their eyes drew me,
And their eyes draw me again
Into a pool of winter light
Golden from the low sun.
I swim in it
Like a hawk flows on the wind
Over the depths,
Of life.
Contained by a white china cup,
I’m your reflection now
Drowning in the slanting sunlight
Like a stone in a lake.
Falling deeper until I find
the creative mud
with which I mingle
no longer a stone
but a soft flowing stream of sensations
which meets with joy
the earth’s depths and presence.
And something new will grow
One of my friends said yesterday that she feels the world right now is in a similar condition to when we had the cuban missile crisis in 1962.I can remember how afraid I was then.Now I have other personal problems that seem to affect equally badly.. so I move from one to the other..The main difference now from 1962 is that we do not seem to have leaders whom we respect.And men seem to enjoy war judging by recent ones and ones still happening.But we still have the world of nature.That helps me
How my heart sings 