Sitting in the shade of an old Elm and reading some most interesting books I conjured three experiences expressed in the form of poems with each coming from a different place within me. The first comes from a break in my reading when my wife came out to share the late afternoon sun.
“I wonder what the tree is thinking, said she.
The tree doesn’t think, it experiences, said I.
That’s you thinking too much said she.
No, that’s my experience of the tree, said I.
That’s you thinking about your experience, said she.
That’s me sharing the experience, said I.
Again, with the last word, said she.
We both smiled, looked up into the meandering branches, and became
lost within its raining foliage rustling in the breeze.”
The sublime world of the subjective imagination energizes like nothing else. Experiencing reality without objectifying it is a rare treat of grace. It’s like a conversation with God– in a place where there’s no need for words. There’s more than one way of shutting down the judgmental voice in our heads. Peace is what follows.
Have a great morning, or evening, wherever you may be.