Thoughts in a Meadow on a Sunny Day

If I must be lost
let it be in a sea of wildflowers
with chipmunks chattering at my feet
and me so much a part of the breeze
that my being disturbs nothing.

Let me be lost
in a place without signposts,
where sorrel and vines grow free.
Let me find my own path
in the wildness of nature,
where nothing in sight
was created by man.

Let me wound nothing
and let nothing wound me,
no more than a sting or the bite
of a thorn, for such are the wounds
that heal without scarring.

12 comments

  1. Oh, Sarah, your words paint a beautiful you in a beautiful mindset in this. May we all wander off & get lost in the mockingbird’s song. My porch is calling me —- n o w.

    Thank you, dear writing friend.
    Jan

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    • Jan,

      Your porch is calling ME : )

      How beautiful to sit in on a porch and feel the breeze, enjoy the view
      and get lost in the beauty around you. That is the way to live!!

      Many thanks,

      sarah

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  2. Oh, Lynne, I could never choose between the beach or a meadow…not permanently anyway. A day for each and a day in the mountains in between. : )

    Thanks for reading and for your comment!

    Sarah

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  3. Hi Sarah

    This reads like a prayer, kind, reverent and just beautifully spoken with a sense of grace and gratitude. I love the voice in this poem and could especially relate to these lines —

    Let me be lost
    in a place without signposts,
    where sorrel and vines grow free.
    Let me find my own path
    in the wildness of nature,
    where nothing in sight
    was created by man.

    I know that feeling remembering the woods of my mother’s house where ivy climbed over stone walls and the scent of golden apples ripening drifted through the air from the next filed. I always found a path in that acreage, a refuge from the daily grind and loved every moment of it, as you say here in this passage. And that ending is powerful and perfect. Those kind of wounds, a sting or scratch is something that awakens us, infuses us with the wildness of the earth and the wildness within ourselves.

    Thank you for this,
    Loved it!
    Wendy

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    • “Those kind of wounds, a sting or scratch is something that awakens us, infuses us with the wildness of the earth and the wildness within ourselves.” Yes!!

      Wendy,

      Your response is a poem, a vision, a way of life, a way to peace… Thank you!

      Sarah

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  4. A spiritual feel tho this
    and a oneness with the beauty of nature.

    I especially love these lines:

    “me so much a part of the breeze
    that my being disturbs nothing.”

    A beautiful read.
    Thank you.
    Kerri

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  5. Sarah, I do love your plea! Gorgeous images unfold before my eyes with every sentence. Peaceful and serenity all around.

    Let me wound nothing
    and let nothing wound me,

    I especially enjoyed these lines.

    hugs,
    Francina

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