A cool breeze ruffles yellow leaves of grass even
As a Purple Heron stands silent, unmoving, waiting,
An unmoving form, merging into the background,
A curved neck dipping into the horizon, peeping,
Peering into the distance, waiting, waiting for food.
He offers A lesson in the stillness of patience, and
Dominates the landscape with his presence, at least
The knowing few who have an eye for the unusual.
The connect is there, a moment of stillness, a kind
Of communion twixt two souls, seekers of secrets.
I move away leaving him to his silent
Meditation, retreating the way I came,
Softly, silently,quietly,giving him back his
His sacred space, two travellers lost in their
Thoughts. I retreat - leaving, simply -
Daren't disturb someone so important!
And as I sit back to think of what I saw, I wonder
What his thoughts were, the secrets of life, or fish
For breakfast (for both are too slippery to catch).
The Purple Heron is so valuable a teacher, few
Like him might be found that facilitate true learning.
Lessons we learn from so many but few would
Matter, and fewer teachers we find that teach us
Lessons of life - to respect nature, merge with grass
And weeds as inconspicuously as possible, a life
Scented with fragrance of patience, respect & harmony.
But, alas! Few would know of the breeze that
Blows, nor of Purple Heron that sits so quietly,
Waiting for the right moment. Alas, know they only
Of tinned air and the bottled joys of virtual games.
What of nature would they know, nor of its teacher?
We live in a world of tailor made solutions, where
With flick of switches scents would flow, wind blow
At voice's whispered command, but little we know
Of paradise so rich, and teachers so keen, even
As we shut ourselves in dingy cells that do stink!
Mother Nature so less we know as we shut us away
From the sweet and healing breeze, sounds that
Soothe,music the soul to calm. If only we'd step out
The Purple Heron to see, of patience to learn, respect
To gain, a blessed life to live, sweet dreams to see.