No Answers



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Sun warming, calm water day. A bird sings softly. His song enters through the open door of my bedroom, bringing a pause to my bed-making, bringing attention to the harmony of stillness that envelopes the garden and sea beyond. I am compelled to take notice, with pen and paper to record what I see, bringing myself to the simple awareness of precious moments that define what is.

The cat returns from his morning patrol, rubs his wet nose across my arm, settling on the step beside me to wallow in his blackness. The sun obscured for small moments behind approaching day-clouds and memories of yesterday in the children’s scattered playthings.
In this moment, so many things, people and places, contained within the impression of separateness

“Does God live in the ditch by the roadside?”
A question I asked as a child.
Patterns in motion, eat, sleep, dream, work, rest, imagine.
Definitions, choices, events that shape who and what we are.

No answers. Just moments of being aware, of listening, feeling, seeing, sensing,
and a heart gratitude for life.

About maskednative

There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey. Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
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6 Responses to No Answers

  1. Geo Sans says:

    everything then
    be known ?
    paul klee

    Liked by 1 person

  2. what words to ponder…my spirit searched for you tonight and found your words…one of those special blessings! Have a wonderful weekend

    Liked by 1 person

  3. You are so right! Nicely done!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. SirenaTales says:

    This mindful piece exudes quietude and grace. Thank you for sharing the loveliness. xo

    Liked by 1 person

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