Saved by the ink
In winter snow
No summer blossom,but decorated with some free snow
That fell to earth last week
Changing the townscape into a white and black image
The tree shyly flaunts her beauty
And how daintily the black and white cat
with the long soft fur
stepped like a lady in high heels
going to a party
with jewels in her hair.
What ceremonious geometry
Can describe the sympathy of the parts to the whole.
What self can contain the feelings engendered by
the response of the heartl of the tree
to the space and light offered
and how the clouds float away on the wind
as I stand ,hand on my throat gazing
and the new moon points me out
What is it about shadows?We mat spin around but we can never catch our shadow.
In some psychological theories the shadow represents the hidden and u nknown aspect of the person.
So the upright ,observant person may secretly be a tax evader and a wife beater.Or worse.But it’s very painful to discover one’s own shadow.But if not aware of our other neglected aspects we may do bad deeds.
I think this is why humility and forgiveness are emphasised in many religions
“There but for the grace of God go I”
For the apple tree life is much simpler.
So let’s enjoy Nature and rest in it
I shall and I hope you will too
Light and shadows..the brighter the light,the darker the shadows.Too much light is blinding and hence leads to darkness
in the vision.In midwinter we ss the strangest effects of a brilliant sun very low in the sky.This can cause a problem for cyclists
who can ride into a wall un those conditions.This once happened to me.I flew back and upwards.It was caused because I was wearing some distance vision glasses rather than my usual varifocals.SoWhen I looked down I did not see the usual view of the edge of the pavemt.By great good fortune I had no serious injuries.Just shock…and the flight was really amazing.
I have found looking at the apple tree very moving.
Until we came here I had never seen one.
Now it’s getting old;all its companions have gone
See how beautifully,how graciously
it accepts the light
and how it’s twisted over the years
following the sun.
See its shadow on the fence..
How trees beguile our hearts.
I began this post as prose
but then I can’t resist singing
The joy of the blues
Do read this.. it’s wonderful
Patterns of bare branches against winter sky.
Hard outside to protect the channels
Through which new life is already beginning to rise.
Admire these branches as they withstand winter cold.
They do not know and do their work regardless of admiration,envy or malice,
So they can be a symbol of our task to continue living with trust and hope
despite all the alternatives we are offered daily by the press and media.
Keep living,Keep loving