Oh Look! They Got Peacocks!

It’s hot

Sunny

Idyllic

Early summer in Devon

 

Birds are singing

Wild flowers are bursting out all over

In colourful profusion

Trees pour out

 

Their essence

In smart green

Hue

Of golden lime

 

Proudly announcing

Presence

Of an ineffable timelessness

Quality

 

Making love

With my soul

Quenching my thirst

For union

 

With life

Daisies

Present

Glowing white faces

 

And golden hearts

To the lush green grass

On the riverbank

In Totnes in early summer

 

The proud old stones

Of master craftsman built dwellings

Gleam against

Boundary less blue skies

 

And a woman

A visitor

Exclaims in pure delight

“Oh Look! They Got Peacocks!”

 

Attracted

By her delight

My soul

Responds

 

But my eyes

See otherwise

No proud tail a-spread male

Do I see

 

No magnificent

Blue green violet plumage

Of a creative creature

Secure in his loveliness

 

No strut

Down the high street

In splendid

Acceptance and adoration

 

Of what it is

To be alive

In this

Body

 

But a chain store

Beckons

With enticements

My soul cannot feel

 

Invisible attraction

Pulls the visitor

In

In delight

 

Partner in tow

To take another step

Towards

Thraldom

 

In the emporia

 Of

The commercial

World

 

No glistening

Glowing

Effervescent

Beingness

 

That pours down

From the hillsides

That cocoon

The town that is not too big and not too small

 

No light

So bright

It enthuses

And lifts the saddest of hearts

 

Can penetrate the one

So insidiously

Sold

To the commercial world

 

And my heart

In shock

Cries out in longing

To break through

 

The layers of comfort

Which keep

This woman

From feeling her soul

 

“Look”

It urges me

“Feel”

And share this with that one

 

And I

Saddened

Know that I

Can only write

 

And share this

Transition times tale

Of parallel worlds

With you