… he sits feeling the warmth of the spring breeze. A chaos of midgies hover near the edge; some are caught in a cobweb as mallards float along, birds hidden in the trees make themselves known and little buds begin their openings.
All these goings on are disturbed by the noise of a chugging barge churning the silt. A magpie swoops to the other bank to peck at something in the grass and there a moorhen comes out from the dark overhang. The magpie does a little dance and is gone as a another barge comes along in the wake of those returning mallards.
It’s quiet now but for nature’s song. The magpie returns with its mate pecking and tugging with hungry abandon, and there they’re off to the trees.
He sits trying with all his will to feel to engage with all this beauty but of course he fails. He’s not a part of this, he’s merely an observer and this saddens him …
This message is ready for the few for those souls bereft of the beauty we sometimes take for granted.
The beauty, of course, is not physical but those things we feel and emit without and within
it is that echo breathing, touching, vibrating it is that echo.
Sometimes a sadness overshadows a loneliness begins a feeling of loss is found and all we want is to escape into ourselves to close the curtains of our minds and escape into the sorrows of emptiness where there is no light no fire no
but, where there is emptiness there is of course, an echo.
It breathes with you and for you for you are that breathing echo you are open to receive those long searched for alchemies of love.
Magic arrives when it’s needed as love because love is already within us within you now
Of rain and bows
and arrows and hearts
Of beats of memory
Of breath and almost
and something close
Of passion of eyes
behind sad smile
Of cloud and breaks
of silence and storm
Of beats of memory