I feel the earth underneath my feet and heart,
as my hair is being swept across the plains.
My eyes take me as far as the eyes can see,
the blue sky goes on forever
over the glory of the open plains.
"I am free," I call out,
as I laugh with joy to the space all about me.
Fit and strong, striding across the landscape
in time with the heart-beat of Mother Earth.
It is the simple things I love best.
The movement of the breeze on the long grasses,
as they brush across my bare calves.
The colour of the red dust between my toes.
The slow rolling form of the hills that make up my home.
I am part of the land as the land is part of me.
There is only one heart which I strum along too,
that of Mother Earth and Father Sky.
So I let my hair blow in the wind.
Because my soul will always be windswept.
By me, Bhodi Robinson (2012)
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This was inspired while waiting at the bus stop last week.......
It was a beautiful sunny day and I sat down on the concrete for
1/2 an hour while waiting for the bus......I love sitting on the ground
in busy places, it always seems to amaze people as they rush around
that you have completely stopped.......Sitting there I could see and
feel places I have seen and walked in my past and places I hope to
see and walk in my future.......
as my hair is being swept across the plains.
My eyes take me as far as the eyes can see,
the blue sky goes on forever
over the glory of the open plains.
"I am free," I call out,
as I laugh with joy to the space all about me.
Fit and strong, striding across the landscape
in time with the heart-beat of Mother Earth.
It is the simple things I love best.
The movement of the breeze on the long grasses,
as they brush across my bare calves.
The colour of the red dust between my toes.
The slow rolling form of the hills that make up my home.
I am part of the land as the land is part of me.
There is only one heart which I strum along too,
that of Mother Earth and Father Sky.
So I let my hair blow in the wind.
Because my soul will always be windswept.
By me, Bhodi Robinson (2012)
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This was inspired while waiting at the bus stop last week.......
It was a beautiful sunny day and I sat down on the concrete for
1/2 an hour while waiting for the bus......I love sitting on the ground
in busy places, it always seems to amaze people as they rush around
that you have completely stopped.......Sitting there I could see and
feel places I have seen and walked in my past and places I hope to
see and walk in my future.......
6 comments:
Very beautiful!
Thanxs Momo Luna, I am quietly happy with this, haven't written any poetry for a long time.....So it is lovely to feel inspired.....Hope all is well in your world......
Beautiful poem !!! You have lots of gifts !!! Sometimes i do the same !!! Sitting down in the bus stop if there isn't anywhere else to sit and reading or crochet !! Well i have a long time to crochet something but...i like to sit down and yes...some people are looking at me weird !! hahaha it's funny !!!
Take care my friend !!! :o)
Glad you like Mirsini......and yes, sitting still is a great activity, but some people don't seem to get it.....Hope all is well in your world.......
This is beautiful Bhodi ! x
Thanxs Northern Witch, it is nice to be inspired........
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