Where the bell birds chimes repeat
And the kookaburras cackle
Brings me back to centre.
Where the white butterflies gather
To dance around the wild lavender
Is wordless beauty.
Where the pond duck plops into the water
Stretches her brown spangled wings
Then silently streams by
Is everyday wonder.
Where the giant trees stretch skyward
Weaving together their olive leaved fingers
To shelter this haven from the frenzy outside
Where the curious turtle
Her shell furred by algae
Circles and hovers, watching me, watching her
Time has no real meaning.
The sun rises and there is light.
The sun sets and light ebbs to darkness.
And in between there is only this moment
Followed by the next
Then the next
And the next.
There are no chores,
A constant, slow foraging for food,
Bathing and grooming,
Mating and sleeping,
Call and reply.
Despite the rumbling city traffic,
Despite the helicopters whirring overhead,
Despite the mixed accent chatter passing by,
Where I can lie on the earth
As the sun caresses my cheek
And the wind strokes my hair
Is where I love and am held by the Great Mother.
Is where I come to restore
My city-tired soul
|Botanical Gardens, Melbourne|
|Lavender scatter, Botanical Gardens, Melbourne|
|Tree Bark, Botanical Gardens, Melbourne|
|Turtle friend, Botanical Gardens, Melbourne|
|Trio of Black Swans, Botanical Gardens, Melbourne|
|Moreton Bay Fig roots, Botanical Gardens, Melbourne|
|Sun stream, Botanical Gardens, Melbourne|
Thank you to Liz Lamoreux for the "Here" prompt that inspired this.