Soul Perching

Perched on a sharp ledge over the creek’s rugged bed, I witnessed a solo leaf navigating with grace as it floated carefree to ground. The tree that cut him loose looked as if he had shook away most of the leaves; the others had fallen into the blush of autumn’s decay

I was an independent observer of this Haiku moment. No one was there to catch the profound beauty. My solitude listened to the breath of the evening’s wind and smelled the pungent aroma of death.

Losing myself, rolling waves moved as infinite reserves of fullness. Underneath, the invisible resonance recognized the piercing moment that passed and will not ever come again. The highest quality of thought allowed the magnificence to stretch itself over this sanctuary of divine stillness. From here, the world vibrated back an echo — an echo that when in quiet, I was able to hear the distinct note of everything.

My own rhythm pulled me graciously into the song.

While writing with the moon’s half glow shadowing the creek’s pocket lining of twigs and leaves, a small flicker captivated my attention. It was a light, no bigger than a fairy’s flame. I thought, “Where is it coming from?” Holding onto a limb, I walked down the rocky terrain to get a closer look. What I saw was the reflected moon – one on the water’s surface and the other just below. Etched and recorded onto the soul’s witness was the reflection of the moon overlapping into three images.

Getting up to head home, I heard it — a melodic whisper muted by the fallen leaves. At first, I thought how odd to hear a faint cry; a song of melancholy coming from the ground cover. I thought, “Does earth mourn its own decay?”

I stepped onto the tarred path taking the song with me. Upon entering the house, I quickly sat at the computer to write about the crimson colors claiming their winter’s rest.

Instead, I heard soft wailing noises outside of the atrium door. Now I could hear them all – the falling leaves lying on ground, the change of frosty colors bruised from biting air, trees standing vulnerable with no clothes, earth itself
hardening its surface in preparation for winter’s cover.

One-by-one, they were speaking to me of winter and their place inside of it all. I listened without words, without thoughts. I was suddenly one of them and together, we allowed to be swept up by their falling into aerodynamic grace in order to return as the connecting point for nature’s equilibrium.

— genece hamby, contemporary artist & poet
written December 2005
http://www.shibuistudio.com

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~ by Genece Hamby on March 11, 2008.

5 Responses to “Soul Perching”

  1. Beautiful, Genece. I love the images in here.

  2. The moments when we realize we are one with all of creation are the most spiritual and outstanding moments of our lives.
    You’ve been blessed.

  3. seasons change
    each one is perfect
    “We are all connected*”

    *Native American saying

  4. You, Genece, possess that special something that enables you to tune into the Earth’s messages. Many of us try to commune in this way, few of us are able to do it so well.

    Vi

  5. This is nice. I’m right there with you as you experience these things.

    I remember being out running once and just happening to meet up with a falling leaf at a moment when I could catch it. I carried it home with me and kept it for quite awhile. It wasn’t a pretty leaf but I liked its sense of timing!

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