Anemone blanda

There is about the anemone blanda a delightful sense of innocence and purity that contrasts with some of its noisier neighbours in the early Spring garden.

A meditation

I first posted this poem in May of last year but, according to WordPress.stats, it has not had a single visitor!  I believe that its aspirations are too important to be ignored and allowed to drift off into cyberspace or wherever.  It is for this reason that I am republishing it  –  in the hope that its theme and thoughts might resonate in the mind and heart of the thinking reader.

Yes, the poet happens to be my wife, but this is not an act of nepotism.  I find the simple verse inspirational and challenging.  I hope you do too.

May I always be open to

New ways of seeing,

To the simple, the fresh, the innocent,

To children’s prattle and ingenuous gaze,

For their truth is nearer the secret of living

Than talk in high places or learned tomes.

 

May I always be open to

New ways of hearing.

May I roam freely in new avenues of listening

And, whatever my passions are,

May I hear caution, may I hear balance,

And may I mistrust my need to be right.

 

But may I trust in the open heart,

In my own inner truth,

Unabashed, unashamed,

Not caring what a fool you think I am.

Margaret Gill

Apologies to ee cummins

See http://www.margaretgill.co.uk and I hear music and there’s no-one there

A picture of innocence

Some will see the picture below as a ‘portrait’, of a young girl dropping a pebble into the sea.  Yes, on one level it is.  But for me it encapsulates the concept of childhood innocence, and that is the essence of the image.  I am sure that had the intention been to create a portrait, I could have done better!   (See also About My Photographs).

Winter Abstracts 4

This is certainly the simplest of the four abstracts and probably, for the time being, my favourite.  It seems to have about it an air of innocence and purity  –  at least, that’s what I hoped to convey!  But, of course, it’s for you to decide.

Winter Abstracts 4

May I always be open

May I always be open to
New ways of seeing,
To the simple, the fresh, the innocent,
To children’s prattle and ingenuous gaze,
For their truth is nearer the secret of living
Than talk in high places or learned tomes.

May I always be open to
New ways of hearing.
May I roam freely in new avenues of listening
And, whatever my passions are,
May I hear caution, may I hear balance,
And may I mistrust my need to be right.

But may I trust in the open heart,
In my own inner truth,
Unabashed, unashamed,
Not caring what a fool you think I am.

Margaret Gill

Apologies to ee cummins

See http://www.margaretgill.co.uk and I hear music and there’s no-one there