where is this garden
riroriro sings his canon of ecstasy
and
kotare the kingfisher calls for the rain
in the clearest sky of the bluest blue
and the sun shines so bright the stars are eclipsed
where is this heavenly garden
where blossoms burst in a wonder of pink
and a flounce of white
and the bees are heavy and drunk on sweet pollen
riroriro sings his canon of ecstasy
and
kotare the kingfisher calls for the rain
in the clearest sky of the bluest blue
and the sun shines so bright the stars are eclipsed
where is this heavenly garden
where blossoms burst in a wonder of pink
and a flounce of white
and the bees are heavy and drunk on sweet pollen
where is this garden
of yellow and gold
that is kowhai beauty
and champagne air
of yellow and gold
that is kowhai beauty
and champagne air
where is this garden
with new born leaves of the goldest green
that appear like magic
when no one is watching
this garden is my supermarket carpark
transformed by looking
with eyes that see
while I am walking
camera in hand
I only came for a loaf of bread
with new born leaves of the goldest green
that appear like magic
when no one is watching
this garden is my supermarket carpark
transformed by looking
with eyes that see
while I am walking
camera in hand
I only came for a loaf of bread
Wonderful! Beauty is everywhere for eyes that see.
ReplyDeleteAll for a loaf of bread. I think that life is filled with tiny miracles each and every day; the trees, the birds, the sun and moon. Joan, I can almost smell the blossoms. Isn't spring divine?
ReplyDeleteOh, I want to walk with you! Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteOh thank you Vicki, Penny and Talon for visiting my crazy ramblings. I think spring is affecting me.
ReplyDeleteWonderful J, what you say is so true - looking with eyes that see. I have found so much of beauty since I started really 'seeing'.
ReplyDeleteAwesome and awe-inspiring tribute to the meaning of the saying, "stop and smell the flowers"!! As Maslow said, the sacred is in the mundane, in one's own backyard. (((hugs)))
ReplyDeleteI love that Dark Moon. ..the sacred is mundane..
ReplyDeleteI love it. You are so lyrical. And the loaf of bread at the end: wonderful, so basic.
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