Saturday, November 30, 2019

It's All Perfect



We don’t ask the tree why it is where it is.
We may want it to be elsewhere, but we know
it is exactly where it needs to be.

We don’t say to the storm, why here and now,
if we understand it’s a part of a larger unfolding,
a symphony of being in time.

We don’t tell the river to change direction,
go back from whence it came. The water
simply flows to the ocean.

All arrive in the here and now playing their part
as perfectly as a rose at each stage of blooming
or the butterfly in each phase of its life cycle.

I am here. I am now. There is no other place,
no other way to be except this. All that arrives
in this moment is perfect exactly as it is.

© 2019 Joanne Young Elliott


Saturday, November 23, 2019

Sounds on a Stormy Day

Photo by Valentin Müller on Unsplash


Rain rattles the metal chimney
as trains sound their horns
in the distance.

Birds chatter quietly
to one another in trees
water dripping from leaves.

Thunder rolls in dark clouds
as planes fly over and
helicopters circle.

The wind rustles leaves
wakes the trees
from their silence.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Home


Photo by vinsky2002 on pixabay

Home is a place where you can breathe,
where you can hear yourself best.
Home is an opening in space and time
where you belong, where you relax.
Home is now. Home is a heartbeat,
a rhythm attuned to you.

Deep in the recesses of life
home is the place that finds you
after a long journey. You can’t make
someplace a home, it’s a feeling
of the heart and a wish
upon a light in a window.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott