Droplets in an Empty Reed
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A plane of discovery with a commitment to explore and express the insights of life as we know, and yet, we do not know.... I am a teacher, editor, and writer who retrieves from the coffers of the English language, gems worthy of addressing and adorning the eternal truths of life.
Droplets in an Empty Reed
1y ago
Life is a changing canvas
The strokes once bold
Now, blurred;
The dashes dainty
Now, outstood.
The picture painted before
Was of a demure lass
That feared many a storm
And fancied many a charm.
Now, dignity deigned
To laugh at cares
And in occasional respite, laze.
With the picture altered
What remains is merely its semblance in shade.
Then for what purpose were we made
If we are thus altered?
Gently as the running brook that shapes the roughed rock,
Life makes the frivolus painting
A fervent masterpiece ..read more
Droplets in an Empty Reed
2y ago
When water is contained in a pitcher it assumes its shape. When in the tank, another shape. In a bottle, yet another shape. Also when it falls from a cliff, it has a certain speed, it spurts from a pipe with another force, when it tumbles down a can, another speed.
Can water in one container feel superior or inferior to water in another container on account of its shape or speed ..read more
Droplets in an Empty Reed
2y ago
A time to sit by myself
listening to the pattering of rain,
Staring at my brush strokes upon canvas
and wondering how to enhance its effects;
Musing over my past and deriving morals for each experience,
Reading interesting bits off old DH papers,
Reflecting on life at large, the mechanics of the universe and the meaning of existence.
Resting my tired feet and reclining on a comfortable chair,
Scribbling nonsense on blank sheets of paper stacked on a tidy table ..read more
Droplets in an Empty Reed
3y ago
Oh rain, you are a heavenly reminder of the free fall of life….
You fall effortlessly upon parched earth or tarred streets,
Never sparing a thought about where you fall;
Upon gutter or grime..stone or moss..hard ground or soft earth…
Embracing every possibility with equanimity ..read more
Droplets in an Empty Reed
3y ago
When the world looks so beautiful, it is hard to hide behind a book in some obscure chamber that shuts out the dance of the sunlight, the play of the wind and the cacophony of the vibrant crowd.
The cock cries out to the skies, and ducks and geese warble as they wet their beaks and hinds in a muddy pond. The trees solemnly look on; their steady gaze fixed upon unsteady objects.
The sun has dimmed and clouds huddle close to plot their next move. They might run in revelry to fall as a merry drizzle upon the magic below or lock horns in rage to rush down as rain upon the mayhem below ..read more
Droplets in an Empty Reed
3y ago
I had forgotten the divine music
That once ran through me
And pulsated in ecstatic strains
In every one of my veins.
I had forgotten the joy that once
Surged through my heart
And urged me forward.
But how marvellously you roused me from my stupor
By gently tapping me till I wakened
And remembered…
The glory of the light I am still…
The music that my spirit spells…
The joy that in my heart swells…
The shrine that my being dwells in ..read more
Droplets in an Empty Reed
3y ago
Strange are your ways
Oh mighty orchestrator!
We dance to the tunes of your flute
In perfect oblivion!
In rapture we forget our petty concerns
And drown in ecstatic music…
The music of our unique souls
That blend in harmony
And bend in submission
To the ultimate symphony ..read more
Droplets in an Empty Reed
3y ago
Is there music merrier than the splash of rain upon hard ground?
Is there a scent lovelier than of fresh earth moistened by rain?
The cool air brought with it glad tidings of rain
And promises from afar…
Grim hearts were stirred
And eyes glistened with hope
As clouds stretched their many arms
To help humans cope in their mighty war
Against invisible folk ..read more
Droplets in an Empty Reed
3y ago
Dive into the recesses of silence
Or noises,
To escape the burden of quietness.
When you cannot speak,
Or are not spoken to,
Seek the cavity of your own mind
To hear the echoes of your thoughts,
Or the vacuum of your thoughtlessness ..read more