“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”
Rumi
Singing without worry
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The meadowlark sings without worry -
Shadows and Silence
Why are you so afraid of silence
Rumi
Silence is the root of everything.
If you spiral into its void
A hundred voices will thunder
Messages you long to hear.This image is from last month after one of our snowfalls. Love the shadows and silence found in winters lovely scenes. Have a great day!
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Silence
Silence gives answers…
RumiSilence provides answers whether I’m looking within during a time of prayer/meditation or the silence encountered during a conversation with a quiet winter snowfall.
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Saying Something
When ink joins with pen, then blank paper can say something.
Essential Rumi by Coleman BarksThis is my latest pen, a Pelikan M205 in Marbled Petrol. It is a swirly teal, blue and green, translucent resin body with a black cap and finial with silver trim. I have Pelikan Aquamarine colored ink in it, which I think matches nicely with the body. As with all my fountain pens and journals I believe there are words hidden within them. It is our task to pick them up and be a part of the process to say something on blank paper.
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Sometimes You Hear a Voice
Blue Flax Sometimes you hear a voice
Rumi
through the door calling you.
as fish out of water
hear the waves,
or a hunting falcon
hears the drums
Come back. Come back.
This turning toward
what you deeply love saves you.
Read the book of your life,
which has been given you.
A voice comes to your soul saying,
Lift your foot. Cross over.
Move into emptiness
of question and answer and question. -
Some questions
Longs Peak at sunrise seen from Running Deer Nature area “I want to sing like the birds sing
Not worrying about who hears
Or what they think.”
RumiI wonder what went through the minds of our ancestors who were physically, mentally and spiritually closer to nature then we are? I ask because I come to these nature areas to find distance from the noise of the city but find my mind is consistently distracted. Were they capable of being more present than I seem to be? I’m aware the more time I spend out here the more present I can be. After a period of settling in, adjusting to this place, I hear, then see, the osprey soaring in the wind drafts, being pursued by a pesky crow. Next I notice a goldfinch that just perched on a bush nearby, singing it’s soft and delicate “swee-eet” song. I watch and am amazed at how quickly the birds can fly from here to there, silently. If you do not know what I write about then spend a morning in a nature area, listen, watch, be present, bring a journal and use it, and please leave your phone at home. Just some questions.
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Finding the quiet
A nice light fresh snowfall along the Poudre River and cold “Don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.”
RumiMaybe 2 inches of snow fell yesterday. I made a drive north of town on Larimer County Road 19 and stopped at the North Shields Natural Ponds where I took this image of the Poudre River. I continued north and one more of the trees. It is snowing in the mountains and the reason you cannot see them in either image. It was clear blue skies a couple miles north of this image. As I returned to town so did the cloudy skies and snow. One reason I headed north was to find the quiet. And I did.
A small group of trees along the Foothills
