Nikita G
My dear
Unnoticed… easily passed by
Wild flowers, country flowers.
hidden in the ordinary
of all-around shrubs
and half-trampled grass
glanced at casually
dismissed from attention.
One has to make an effort of sorts.
Stop for a while …bend a bit perhaps.
Go down curious on one’s knees
Get closer to where they are ensconced
To notice their unassuming grandeur
To enjoy their subtle splendour
The ordinary is not ordinary any more.
And one can sit down there for a season
in meditative serenity and celebration…..
That happens with people too.
it is important that we take time off and pause
so that we might be graced by beauty and wonder
that is so often wrapped up in the ordinary
that is sometimes the way in which
the truly beautiful comes across.
They pass me by on the corridors,
I meet them in the classrooms,
they drift into my office,
I walk by them in other places.
Sometimes they are boldly present.
Often they are hesitantly hovering
on the fringe borders of my own attention
A recognition, a welcome smile,
shared coffee or snacks, a brief interlude,
I now see the flowers for what they are in bloom.
Every encounter is a blessing.
Sometimes obvious, sometimes disguised.
And I have to take those breaks and open myself
to the enrichment that comes to me
from the country flowers that I am surrounded by…
Thank you for the beautiful that you are in my life.
Thanks for the beautiful that you add to my life….
And my road more or less travelled
is colourful and bright and enjoyable
because your person and your presence
bright colour the journey for me.