there’s more to us and our experiences than we often acknowledge . . .

My dear friend in the UK shares a poem that was recently published. I invited her to share as often as she will on our blog! Autumn and her hubby live in England these days,writing and publishing.

I feel that Autumn’s poem invites me to see the LARGE in me.  In truth, in the oneness, we encompass All That Is.

 

Passage

Once you've travelled through the forest
for what seems like eternity

becoming shaped by its hollows and bogs
accustomed to shadow and the fold of branches;

when you've met silence in the contours of rivers
and in the waters of countless glowing lakes;

when you've charted the tracks, the traces left
of those who inhabit and pass in the vastness

sensing them in the winds alongside you
and there, just beyond the aureole of the fire's light;

when you've aligned yourself with these –
remembering at last the ten-thousand things –

the ribs of the forest will open.

Autumn Grieve