A wee poem about nothing else but being in the moment! Which is enough I reckon.
Foreshore I walked as if walking was the only thing worth doing, and the sea was not far away, and the gulls soared and called above the foreshore I had chanced upon. Colours flowed by the path, and marram grass waved as I passed, the names of things drifted away, nothing mattered but that morning. The clouds broke, and gave up the sun. Derek Ross
Indeed it is enough! I love the poem.
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Hi Liz. Mindfulness helps these days, although I’m no good at meditation etc, but I can get close when writes done taking pics.
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Hi, Derek. I don’t do the meditation thing either, but I am able to experience mindfulness.
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Love it, Derek, especially the last line.
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Thanks Mary. The shore was at Yellowcraig at North Berwick and I wrote it in a field near Barnsley at a folk festival. Jet setter me!
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Like it mate.
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Beautifully penned. Such wonderful imagery. Ah, those precious moments.
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