That Humming is You
No one is getting out of this alive. The flow will continue after you, it never stops. Don’t dam it. Jump into the stream. Don’t struggle. Roll. Submerge. Stopper your ears and listen. That humming is you, your life energy. What you bring into the world. Once you are gone, that particular humming will stop.
Love it. Marvel in it. Use your fingers to part the water. Realize we’re always waiting to be born. With each minute, each new day, each season, we emerge, head up, water dripping from our skulls, to blink at the sunlight, the green leaves, the ripple of the water carrying us.
Always, the meditative place you have gone has been this stream between the banks of overhanging willows. In the stream, not on the banks, burbling along, the rill tumbling air. The stream is timeless inside the most concrete time of sunshine blue sky green trees clear water made crystal in its drops.
I am the stream. Without me life is not complete. not this right now life. I complete life. I am as much a part of the fabric as the stream, the clouds. My fingers part the water. The stream turns to mercury under my nails.
We might as well roll. We’re already in it. Play a bit. Blow bubbles. Act the seal. Life is too short to waste one day in this glorious stream. Time suspended. That humming is you, never losing the stream. Always moving but always here.
Mary Lowry
Such a beautiful rose!
“Without me life is not complete. not this right now life.” I need to hear that as I ponder how short my life is.
Thank you, Ellen.
Ellen Morris Prewitt
You’re welcome. I’m glad it spoke to you. ❤️
Donna
Amen to that ❤️
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Thank you for that. (and your book came!)
Joanne Corey
I love that you also have a family rose.
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Yes, I couldn’t believe it when I opened your poetry book and your first poem was about a family rose. ❤️
Joanne Corey
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