alone in my hut
[no one here to invent me]
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
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
Rainbow Lorikeet hovering. Photograph by Trevor Andersen.
25 thoughts on “on turning seventy three”
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
Deep bows of gratitude to you Michael C. What could be more inspirational than your appreciation?
Love and birthday blessings to you dear one! Beautiful poetic honouring ❤ ❤ ❤
I’m breathing in your blessings and love dear Elaine – and feeling such gratitude that you turned up in my life. (Thank you Adya!!!)
Oh Hariod! You are solely responsible for the puddle on my cushion. 🙂
Can I have this one instead? (I do love those nuns, but…)
It is now 2020 and I have just discovered your blog. I feel like my inner core has been caresses. 🙏
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, _/|\_
Sharing in this lovely reflection with you, and appreciating its wisdom. You celebrated perfectly!
Thank you for being at the party dear Cate!
Warmest birthday hugs, Louisa! And nuns and Paul were a lovely surprise
Mmmmmm – feeling those hugs from faraway Norway! Thank you dear Nina, and weren’t the nuns fun? But Paul got my bones up and rattling around… most unseemly! 🙂
There is so much more light in the world when graced with your presence, Dear Miriam! ❤
Dear, dear Bob. I hereby appoint you Executive Chief of Team Emelle Public Relations. [Nodding and clapping most immodestly…]
I think that a big part of life’s curriculum consists of attaining the understanding that This Is Enough. Thank You for this and all your posts, and Happy Birthday!!
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?
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…..!
Thank you Jana! We are a minority tribe and probably an endangered species. I’m so glad to have your company…
happy birthday dear miriam,
Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
there is less of it I know none of that
as I walk out through the early garden
only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
without a number or a present age.
Tina! Thank you – such a perfect poem, and from one of my favourite online oases. I truly feel as though I am “in the blessed days” …
Let’s catch up soon!
Hi Miriam – I’m 65 – I’ve been told that for women, life begins at 70. I’m hanging out…:)
Well… let’s just say an entirely different version of life begins at 70!
One that’s slower and deeper and richer.
I recommend it highly.
Happy belated 73rd birthday Louisa 🙂