A day with fields in it

religion and philosophy
what I’d learned in the churches and schools
were all too heavy
for this travelling life
all that remained to me was poetry
as unobtrusive as breathing
a poetry like the wind
and the maple leaf
that I spoke to myself
moving over the land*

Kenneth White

See it all.
Touch it all.
Hear it all.
Taste it all.
Do it all.
Appreciate the wonderful physical world.**

Derek Sivers

I wonder now whether I was born on the edge of a town where
it met the Yorkshire countryside, or born on the edge of the countryside where
it met the small market town, but I think I knew the words
before I spoke them: I need a day to have fields in it.

More than ever, Spring fills me with awe; I notice with deep down thankfulness how
that which had seemed so dead for so long returns to life –
An affection, I sense, not only borne of my nearly sixty six years, but from the tens,
If not hundreds of thousands of years of nature imprinted on my soul.^

*Philip Newell’s Sacred Earth, Sacred Soul;
**Derek Sivers’ How To Live;
^Some who live in cities may report how they are unnerved when they find themselves in nature, but this is the result of a much more recent history, and they need to give themselves time to remember.

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