… an inner presence …





deeply known since my childhood

… a witnessing eye …

mirrored by creatures and plants

whispering in leaves

waving from clouds and far stars

palaces of light

nodding flowers in the breeze

… the witnessing eye …

of a fox near the window

the cat visitor

a pair of curious robins

some exceptional humans

that make me feel seen

most nights in my dreams

faces appear – and

a glance of recognition

affirms us as one

… the inner presence …

forever born from darkness

the heart of memory

in the universal mind

sparkling with visions

through endless layers of time

veins of history

… the inner presence …

no known science can fathom

The poem was inspired during a recent visit to the London Aquarium with my ten months old grandson and his parents. The child gazed in wonder at the graceful ethereal dance of fish in their water world, a hand span from his face. His astonishment was catching.

I’m convinced we all have intuitive access to intimate knowledge of life throughout all stages of evolution, sensed with eyes open or closed, though often masked by the imposing literal forms of perception our education gives greater value to.

Through genes and the endowment of a universal mind, children easily embrace complex visionary experiences and insights, like catching the essence and poetry of things around them. That is, if their imagination is encouraged. Later on, it may take some rope-walking skills to bring the inner presence that unites us to the divisive outer world.

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  1. A lovely uplifting post and I do so agree we should nurture a child’s imagination for as long as possible and not be embarrassed by it when we are past childhood

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  2. quakeralice@aol.com's avatar quakeralice@aol.com

    Dearest Ashen,

    Thank You for sharing your wondrous words with me……

    Sending Love and Hugs to you xxx

    Alice

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  3. robleechmakhehlana's avatar robleechmakhehlana

    Yes “uplifting” is the word for your poem Ashen, reminding me of the quiet, all-pervasive rhythms of being so easily drowned out by the constant clamour of egoic concerns.

    Sometimes I think, if only the human species could simply stop for one day and just listen and tune in en-masse.

    If only!

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  4. Luciana Cavallaro's avatar Luciana Cavallaro

    What a lovely poem and the imagery it evokes. Thank you for sharing, Ashen.

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