Swan


When will the tension between
The status, grace and wisdom
Above the surface
Become resolved
With the paddling beneath?

Will there be a time,
Will there ever be a time,
When the glide really does come easy,
When the surface, still as mirror,
Reflects the whole soul,

Seen and greeted as for the first time,
Acknowledged in raw beauty, whole, anew?
Will there come a time when
Efforts cease
And consciousness flows as water

Going the easiest route,
Pooling resources,
Oozing through life’s meadows,
Relaxing in ripples
Of self-acceptance?

By Henry Berry

woman in white coat watching white swan


Henry Berry lives in a rambling old house in the rural Vale of York, England. His writing focuses on external and interior, mental landscapes inspired by intimate contact with the countryside immediately around his home. His blog can be found at www.henryberry.blogspot.com/

Photo by Maruna Skoropadska

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