Archive for the ‘Solitude – Nature’ Category

The Trees Who Talked – poem by Jim Papp

Wednesday, February 1st, 2012

The Healing Tree (El Lechero) - Otavalo, Ecuador

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We speak to you now
As ones, who like you,
Are much younger than
The Mountains

Sustained by the same Water
And the same Sun
And both blessed to be
In this place of wonder,
We have been asked to tell you
To share and celebrate
This Garden with your kind

The Bear brings you power,
The Deer, protection
We, the Trees, standing silently
In witness, give you trust

The Water comes and goes
The Animals are busy
On their own paths
The Mountains, well,
They have other things to do,
Communing with the very forces
That created the face
Of this Earth

We speak to you now as ones
Whose lives come and go,
Much like yours.
You, however, are affecting
How this Garden grows
And that is why we seek
Your attention

 

copyleft 1998 Jim Papp, Bellingham, Washington 98226 USA <<”copyleft” means that we allow re-posting or re-printing of this poem, in its entirety, with credit to Jim Papp and a link back to this site. When you do re-post or re-print this poem, please include a link back to http://www.inquirewithin.com  Thank you!


A Wide and Open Place

Friday, July 22nd, 2011

Even before arriving at this wide and open place of ever-so-gently bubbling power, I felt its call arrive, serene across the sky and fields, guided by the golden hills, echoing in waves within me.

Stepping off the bus I gasped to see a mound of perfectly proportioned grace, conical and curved and causing my gaze to glue upon it, and somehow I managed to set my suitcase down in the quiet dirt so I could stare unhindered.

Taken I was by some kind of mesmerizing magic, magic that was waking up magic inside of me, magic that was flipping switches like a line of dominoes culminating in a flood of forgotten mystery.

Recognition and reunion swirled around in a slow motion radial dance just outside the field of vision, but the shadows of mystery whispered just loud enough for me to know they were there.

When was I here?  Was it just the hypnotizing vision in the picture book two hundred Moons ago, or is there more to this cresting wave of familiar, even familial curiosity?

I came to see the largest stone circle in the world and found destiny asking me if I wanted to dance again like I did in the long summer of a century lost.  Holding palms upward to the silent sky, the gift is accepted and the sun lays down behind the far hill to rest.

© 2011 James K. Papp, Avebury, Wiltshire, England

What a Difference 90 Degrees Makes!

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011

What a difference ninety degrees makes, and I’m not talking about temperature. Laying on my back, it’s blue sky instead of buildings, clouds instead of city, treetops instead of passing people.  I don’t need to see the grass under my grateful back to luxuriate in its gentle, gracious, gliding green.

The cadence of the urban generator comes softly across the water into waiting ears, massaging with a sonority less exotic when standing.  Closing eyes against the curious sun, I lie, under the radar, out of sight from how I see myself in the world.

Ninety degrees – call it respite, retreat, vacation, an evacuation, a blessed accomodation.  Under a tree, shading slopy lawn, time dissolves back into the mysterious unknown, and I don’t mind at all.

© 2011 James K. Papp  (Stanley Park, Vancouver, on Canada Day)

Blessed is the Seeker of the Early Light

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011

Blessed is the Seeker of the Early Light.  Who knows what precious colors may be rendered by sun and sky and cloud and earth, and the one who is up to observe it?  Delicate hues and bold blushes intermingle in a slow motion dance, casting its subtle glow on the mountainsides above.

The early light that heralds the coming sun so gently pulses, and this majestic emanation causes the jaw to drop and an “Ah” to utter.  The outer beauty of the world and the inner beauty of the soul are harmonized – majesty within and without.

Of the early light and the one who has risen from bed, who can say which is the greeter and which is the greeted?  All are merged, for they were never apart.

© 2011 James K. Papp

The Power of Place

Sunday, February 27th, 2011
Sedona Sunset

Temple of the Light

Are there certain Earthly places you are drawn to?  Maybe it’s a place you have visited many times which continues to amaze and inspire and enchant you.  Maybe it’s a place where you feel “right” when you are there, in harmony with the world.  Maybe it’s a place you have not yet visited in this lifetime which calls to you in your imagination, in your dreams.

Dear ones, we are made of energy and that energy is profoundly affected by the energy of the places in our phenomenal world.  So when we connect with  the energy of a  place – whether by its physical proximity or by the boundless travels of our dreams, a relationship is made which supports and empowers us.  (We may even connect with places via our presence there in previous lives.)  This is rock medicine, tree medicine, sky medicine, water medicine – the medicine of our Mother, the Earth.

A place special to Lisa and me is the sublime red rock country of Sedona, Arizona.  We keep going back, simply to BE there.   Yesterday the clouds hid the Sun all day but just before dark they parted and His beams illuminated brilliantly the spectacular stone temples of this magical place.  What a blessing to be with such glory!!

Wherever the places of power are that call to you, Go to them.  Whether you travel by foot or car or plane or train, or whether you travel by book or dream or wild imagination, Go to them.  They await you with their serenity, their beauty, and their healing presence.  These are sacred spaces and they are there for you, in whatever way you seek them.  May the Blessings BE with you always.

This is Peace

Sunday, February 6th, 2011

I am not happy

and I am not sad.

On the road I am watching

and seeing.

Things come and they go

and while they are here

they tremble

like heat haze on the highway.

The young green leaves

I once called beautiful

are changing.

The canyon river seems

to wash away my memories.

I once avoided the desert

and now I am here.

Upon reaching the snowline

on the ridge,

the clouds they told me

to turn around.

So I am moving,

discovering each moment

with no wonder of what will come.

No thing is more important

than any other.

This is Peace.