Poem -
Merging
Eternal adventure -
they met, these monks,
each come here
by his own path:
one murmering his prayers,
the other, in a louder voice,
wishes to be heard.
Sun and moon
their guide
in all tides.
They merge their paths,
moving as one
on their way to that great monastery,
the sea
and by the fork of these brooks,
she breaks my bread.
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Lovely peaceful write John ?
Thank you, this always happens near mountain streams. I miss them terribly in the flats of The Netherlands. It was the first real quiet moment in a month or two, away on a holiday in the French Alsace (fith day or so). Sometimes I think I must have been a monk in a past life?
I hated when I lived in a flat John but then the Netherlands is a whole world away from Wales!! I believe in reincarnation John so if you think it you probably were. IV always thought I was burned as a witch, I have a ridiculous f( over the top) fear of dying by fire ???
Aye, I shudder to think having to live in a flat. I used to the first four years at University, but then I was about 40 years younger and alone...
What I meant by the flats of The Netherlands was that we don't have any hills for some fifty miles around, between home and work I go up a metre and go down a metre, no more. All brooks here are gently flowing, nice, but not as appealing as a mounrain brook. I remember Wales (twelve years ago, on the way back from Ireland, we stayed a few days in the North of Wales - about twenty of thirty mile North-East of Caernarfon). We loved it, but somehow it is harder to cross over to England/Wales, then go to France/Italy (no sea to cross...). Each year we plan to come back, but then there is always the lure of Ireland for me.
I was testing the ground: I too believe in reincarnation. I've done several regression meditation (vlogs by Brian Weiss on YouTube to help) and found several lives - the last one being a soldier/pilot killed in WW I seemingly from wales, there is an image of an Irish lass (I call her Siobhan and found out later that it is the Gealic version of the female version of my own name (how weird is that?), then there is the monk (10th/11th century) and possible a Gaelic boy in early Roman France... The overall feeling is that most lives indeed did not end well. I hate it when they burned witches, the wise women of their time (my wife being a White Witch). My wife did several vlogs on Youtube about past lives (Eline Eugenie), alongside other metaphysical content.
Will see this weekend if I can get my Siobhan poem translated...
Have a good weekend??
Wow....how interesting John...wow! I will check.out the YouTube stuff!!! Oh see what you mean about the 'flats' lol....take care ?
My White Witch was very pleased I am advertising and recommending her stuff. All about our life is with my consent very open. Enjoy it. Take care
A wonderful thoughtful poem, felt to me like the opening chapter of an intriguing book. I wanted to turn the page...
John
Thank you, John. It is indeed an ongoing prayer for me, being out in the hills near brooks, with my wife alongside of me. Alas, the nearest hills with brooks are about a hundred miles from home... We dreamtume on? I must say I liked your poem about wine and inspiration. I do not drink much, because of wrong emotions surfacing all too easily, but know for sure not a single letter would make any sense, indeed, were I to mix poetry and wine. ??