“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
― Mary Oliver
There are partings and there are losses. Partings are pine needles on the forest path I tread with bare feet. A gentle sting reminding me that my path will lead me to a clearing where the grass is soft. I lie down and watch the trees above, Majestic giants spreading their strong arms against cerulean skies.
I remember on such an occasion, how, hidden in verdant softness, there was a sharp rock hiding, and when i laid down, its sharpness penetrated my skin. This was like losing a dear friend, it was a loss of trust. And now whenever I seek my shelter in the warm summer I look carefully before I lay myself to rest.
But many years later when I came to a clearing. I had almost forgotten the sharpness of the stone. Above me the sun was warm, and the songs of birds lulled me into dreams, but just as I was about to seek the softness of the warm grass I remembered, the piercing pain of past. And there I saw an adder ready to strike and not a pillow.
still caress cerulean skies —
Today it’s haibun Monday at dVerse, and Grace gives us a couple of quotes to spark our inspiration, also the haiku has to be about nature. For more quotes and inspiration come and join us at 3 PM EST. The complete narrative is built on many different experiences.
February 15, 2016