Therapists in the Natural World
author's note:
The extraordinary patience of things!
-- Robinson Jeffers
THERAPISTS IN THE NATURAL WORLD
I often return to this path in solitude
but I never feel alone--
I know I’m being watched.
See that monolithic boulder over there?--
see how it stares?
And this old dark oak tree
has all its eyes on me.
I sense they know my secrets.
Maybe I’m imagining
but wise ones have often noted
the intelligence of mountains
and rivers and stones.
How did those beings get so smart?
I believe:
in past lives they lived
as humans.
And through lessons learned
managed to elevate their souls.
That’s why this little stream
can understand my pain.
I find its empathy comforting.
Like the others
it listens without judging.
That’s not to say these friends
always agree with me--
they know when
I’m not being honest
with myself.
Nonetheless not one ever protests:
they know if they wait patiently
I’ll eventually lead myself around
to the truth I’ve avoided--
the soul truth.
This flowing green field
welcomes me down
to a bed of wild grass
so I can find my strength.
finding Beauty: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
you tube channel
© 2022, Michael R. Patton
The extraordinary patience of things!
-- Robinson Jeffers
THERAPISTS IN THE NATURAL WORLD
I often return to this path in solitude
but I never feel alone--
I know I’m being watched.
See that monolithic boulder over there?--
see how it stares?
And this old dark oak tree
has all its eyes on me.
I sense they know my secrets.
Maybe I’m imagining
but wise ones have often noted
the intelligence of mountains
and rivers and stones.
How did those beings get so smart?
I believe:
in past lives they lived
as humans.
And through lessons learned
managed to elevate their souls.
That’s why this little stream
can understand my pain.
I find its empathy comforting.
Like the others
it listens without judging.
That’s not to say these friends
always agree with me--
they know when
I’m not being honest
with myself.
Nonetheless not one ever protests:
they know if they wait patiently
I’ll eventually lead myself around
to the truth I’ve avoided--
the soul truth.
This flowing green field
welcomes me down
to a bed of wild grass
so I can find my strength.
finding Beauty: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
you tube channel
© 2022, Michael R. Patton
Labels: healing, meditation, nature, new age, past lives, poem, poetry, solitude, soul, spirituality, spoken word, strength, therapy, truth
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