What are we open to?

hazy sunlight reflected in still water

The scene is set

sunrise over still water

Out in the open

we connect 

and take our seat

as honoured guests

A single swan on early morning water

As the players take to the stage

we know

this is not our world

sunrise over a still pool

We cast no shadow

in this mirror world,

we need no words,

yet all is clear,

transparent,

alive

sunlight falls on a tree by the waterside

We have only to sit

wait and wonder

to be enriched

orange reeds rise through the still water of a lake

Most of the action takes place off-stage

A bittern’s boom echoes deep within us

a harrier circles searching overhead

There’s more going on than meets the eye

hazy sunlight reflected in still water

We sit long enough

to watch the sun pass through sky and water

to see the story unfold

at its own pace

A murmuration of starlings at dusk over the marshes

The audience gathers quietly

and watches

awed

 

 

We are guests
Passing through a world
That is old beyond understanding
We have no right to the whole story
We’ve not the time to hear it
Instead we are offered
Mere glimpses of truth.

Each one of life’s moments
Holds more than we can process
Whilst we may weave them into stories
We do well to remember 
That we act only
On imperfect knowledge
And the stories we tell
Are never as rich 
As those we are told. 

 

What are we open to?