on turning seventy three


alone in my hut

[no one here to invent me]

eyeballing emptiness


Rainbow Lorikeet hovering by Trevor Andersen


Seventy three missions

around the sun and not

one thing of worldly value

to show for it.


No savvy safety-nets:

investment portfolios, insurance policies,

plans A, B and C.  I walk the way

of not-knowing and wonderment.


Lofty notions of enlightenment, bliss,

exalted understanding have no buyer here;

I’ll take this uninvited, serene,

free and priceless fulfilment.


See, today I heard the air sing

as it danced through the rainbow wings

of a Lorikeet suspended

in space.


Today I watched cumulonimbus

massing in the west, those

sculpted edges alive with flaming gold

as the sun went down.


Tonight, as dusk fell

bringing cool relief to the sweating forest

I giddily inhaled a draught

laden with night-scented Jessamine.


And it is enough. Whatever may lie ahead

for this beloved bag of bones

the simple sensuous joy of being Presence


is enough.


Rainbow Lorikeet hovering. Photograph by Trevor Andersen.

25 thoughts on “on turning seventy three

  1. Happy Birthday, Miriam! and thank you for sharing the wonderful gift of your vision. You are such a continuing inspiration your writing brings peace and joy to my Soul. All the best — and ‘cheers’ ! Michael C. in Philadelphia, USA

      1. What a joy to know you’ve made your way here, @everopeningheart… and that you feel so warmly caressed.

        Will you start posting on your blog soon? (I so love the title.)

        – mls, bowing, _/|\_

    1. A lovely comment, thank you Mr McDonough. It’s a realisation with two arms – one, This Is Enough; two, This Is All There Is.

      Ooops… may as well fall in the deep end and drown now, since as the zen masters point out, “Nothing comes next.”

      When are you going to take up pen on your excellent blog again?


  2. Happiest birthday Miriam…and you gift us with this perfect poem! I take heart that there are many others with no Plan A B or C engaging with the world. Listening…..!

  3. Hi Miriam – I’m 65 – I’ve been told that for women, life begins at 70. I’m hanging out…:)

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