listen
to your heart beat
beating
beauty-full
of love
listen
to your breath
connecting to other beings
sharing with the wind
feeeel it wispering
in your air
listen
to Mother earth
nourishing us
supporting us
giving
unconditionally.
listen
Tag: nature poetry
the Art of Nesting
I wrote this poem when a group of friends and I were working in a food forest together. We slept in what we called “The Big Bed”, usually four of us together but at times we were six. Every night when we settled in for sleep, we individually spent at least 5 minutes arranging our pillows and blankets. As I was hilariously watching my neighbors arranging their sleep-space, I was catapulted to an alternate dimension where I could see small animals preparing their nest and I could see such similarity in our ‘bed prep’. I laughed and told my neighbor, Kush, “are you making yourself a nest?”
That moment sparked an idea within me. I wrote this poem the next day.
the Art of Nesting
i’ve curiously observed animals
setting themselves up for snuggles
finding a place to lie, gathering supplies
recollecting old lullabies
first, a comprehensive look is taken at the place of rest
the length, the depth, and the comfiness is assessed
then, a Great Gathering takes place
essential creativity in setting up this microspace
the basics, the classics; fabrics and blankets
pillows and fellows; inconspicuous banjos
secret stashes of snacks rescuing insomniacs
well out of sight for the soon-to-be amnesiacs
massaging pillows, getting the right consistency
arranging everything to be all warm and fuzzy
the lucky ones with a partner
get to solve the puzzle of their limbs together
so such is the Art of Nesting
its adepts perform it with playful undertaking
if ever you find yourself engages, about to commit
remember to relish every single moment of it.
plant song
When I was a child – and still to this day – my mother kept a panoply of plants in the house. I didn’t think much of them then; I thought plants were part of a house, like a piece of furniture. That everyone had plants in their house. I watched them flowering dearly and marvelled with my mom at the beauty of their blossoms. It was only later on when I moved out of the house and brought my room’s plants with me that I realized the sacredness of keeping house plants.
I found myself connecting with them somehow. Hearing their begging for water when they needed it, for nutrients or for a soil refreshment. It sounds peculiar, but it’s the only way I can explain it. They spoke to me.
Watering them and tending to them became a ritual, a meditation. I was so wholly present with them; I started hearing their gratefulness. Maybe it’s all in my head, maybe I’m crazy, but it doesn’t matter. Because what I hear and what I feel when I connect with the plants is Divinity itself. Nature.
I wrote this poem to explain my feelings and thoughts on it.
plant song
earthly consciousness
shaping sunlight into nourishment
I bow to your sacredness
as you remain pure in contentment
I pour you Father Sky’s tears
vital to your internal processes
subtle change in vibration; music to my ears
the distinction between us has blurred edges
as I sing my love to you internaly
you sing of gratefulness lovingly
a melody of impressions so diverse
yours is my favorite sound in the Universe.
Reinvention by Nikita Gill
Reinvent yourself.
Over and over again.
Plant new wildflowers
into your spirit.
Set a wildfire inside yourself
and then regrow.
Take the wildest thing about you
and nurture it till it blossoms.
Tend to the sea that resides
inside your heart
and listen to it’s storms
wash you anew.
How else will you let go
of everything
that causes
such terrible harm.
If you are still
living inside the old you,
the person
who was so damaged by it all?
by Bee
the river
darling, there’s no need to figure everything out now
no use in getting stuck in cycles of thoughts, asking ‘how?’
there is only the present to simultaneously look forwards and backwards to
cultivating the appropriate intentions and remembering the Tao of Pooh
for your reality is shaped by the lens through which you see the world
this choice that you make will distinguish the grain of sand from the pearl
it’s in these fuzzy moments of confusion that we become out of tune
countless nightless hours of worry and delusion will only bring us gloom
so we keep fostering and embodying the river’s flowing energy
coming and going without thought; as the Source is connected to it perfectly.
