If you slow your steps,
you can hear the wind
that deals the cards,
with more clarity.
You turn now, empty,
and listen to that
which moves around us
in every moment.
Time and Death
are both there
utterly unaware that we
are caught in their nets.
We move, engaged,
to escape the silences,
while they whisper,
just behind our evasions.
But, in that silence
lies our dance with fate;
its knife-edge of revelation
inescapable and relentless.
Gallagher
22Sep24
Christchurch
I saw a mother holding a young girl
of perhaps a year and a half.
And as I looked,
I found that I could feel
what the little girl was feeling
as she hugged her mother.
The enclosing warmth,
the certain sense of security
and the loving protection
against all
the new and confusing mysteries
of the world around her.
It was, for me, and the small girl,
…everything…
for those few moments it lasted.
An endless safe place to be; for that time.
And then she chose to go down
onto the floor again
to walk around
and see what was there.
Her mother stood up behind and followed.
Just a woman with a child.
And yet so much had passed
and touched me
in just those few moments
gallagher
christchurch
21Jan25
Simplicity is a child
in a shroud of words.
– Apirana Taylor