Category: Playing with words, prose and poems

Creative ideas, poems and prose, often inspired by nature.

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Whispers of the Forest

Whispers of the Forest

Listening deeply

We feel into the messages of the forest

We feel both her grief and resilience

Her power and vulnerability

Her voice is strong

She has been ignored

She speaks through me and through others who hear

We can all listen to her call.

What does she say?

Slow down

See the flowers

Place your hands and feet on the Earth

Come to me for a loving embrace

Share love

Share gratitude with me, with the more than human world

Be still.

Be silent.

Allow nature’s wisdoms to come to you.

Listen to the bird calls

Listen to the breeze

Know the fluttering of a bird’s wings and sense his size

Listen to the pitter patter of cracked seed hulls falling to the earth

Look up to see rosellas grasping pine cones in their beaks

Watching leaves fall to the Earth so gracefully and gently, a reminder that letting go doesn’t have to be hard

It can be done with ease

The ease of surrender

Flow into the new as water rushing down a stream

Renewed, flowing sinuously, sensually in a flow converged within a greater flow of life

A drop of water in the universe

The universe in one drop

Such is our presence on this earth.

© Rachel DeSumma

Artwork by Diana Shrimpton
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Cascading Waterfall

The forest is filled with a thunderous clap of water 

Crashing down

Glorious, glistening sheets of water

Pounding the rocks and smoothing them slowly

Creating a mist

That comes to rest

Gently on my face

At first a caress

That then forms droplets

Running down my face

To rivulets 

My own mini waterfall

Akin to tears of reverence

Palms out

I stand erect arms outstretched

Receptive to your thunderous power

Energised by this resounding strength

Remembering water is not only a placid meandering flow 

It is an unrelenting force when it falls from a cliff face

Cascading

Down

Powerful teacher you remind me

The water and energy in me 

Can be summoned to become an unrelenting flow of power 

To cascade down the cliffs of resistance

To cascade into a new beginning

© Rachel DeSumma

Photo by Rachel DeSumma
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Sitting with Mother Earth (Pachamama)

Pachamama, she calls to me

She whispers in the wind

She sings through the chitter chatter of the birds

I hear her in the moments of silence

In between the gusts of wind

In the haunting call of the magpie


She opens her heart to me

I feel at once the deepest grief of her destruction

And the deepest appreciation for her presence:

Her nurturing, and her eternal seamlessness of eons

Past, present, and future held within her essence

A knowing that is timeless, of the ages before, and after us
It is almost incomprehensible to me

Like trying to grasp the size of the universe or a drop of water in the ocean

But I glimpse it in flashes,As an instinctive, deeper knowing, beneath thought and sensation, beyond words

As the urge to sit still, to immerse myself in the moment

As the desire to flood my senses with Earthly presence

I see it in each leaf, each speck of soil, each blade of grass, each delicate feather

In the intricate bark of each tree, in the sway of trees in the forest

Each creature, each stone, each cloud, is being here with me

Exactly as it is

Doing it’s part for the thriving pulse of our joint existence.

Each one being itself, while being connected, interwoven into this pulsing web of life

My heart sings in joy and reverence

At the beauty and wonder of it all

The ephemeral gentleness

The fragility and enduring strength

Side by side, intertwined, synergised

Sitting with me as we graciously unfurl into life

© Rachel DeSumma

Image courtesy of Amy Gonzalez

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