Watching Seagulls drifting air currents, my arms stretched wide.
Muscles soft, mind adrift.
Tracing patterns with gossamer wings.
Gossamer Wings
Published by maskednative.com
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 – http://www.tallshipsgallery.com 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. View all posts by maskednative.com
Yes, the mind, that mysterious part of our existence…and then I think of that Swiss psychiatrist by the name of Carl Gustav Jung…and this quote from him: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” Thanks, Teri, for the nice poem.
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Yes, It was a good day, dancing with seagulls, flying without wings, joined in the spirit of oneness.
Thank you Virgilio, for your presence to my poem.
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Gossamer drifting, wide open arms, soft heart, on the wing….this to me feels light, and free, Teri. An unburdening, somehow. Thanks for sharing the loveliness. xx
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Just getting back to you on this Sirena, you always give me an interpretation that shows me another perspective. In accepting the freedom of a spiritual flight, unburdoning, was a gift also. Thanks for your insight xx
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Beautiful. I’m soaring with you.
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Exquisite…<3
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It is so good to fly, and feel the beat of Wings 🙂 .. I have often on a clear day when at the coast set my sights upon the gulls and been up there with them swooping and calling..
Beautiful post Teri.. ❤
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Thank you Sue. It’s as good to fly as being grounded, both essential practices.
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They are indeed Teri 🙂 xxx
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imagining you
up there,
lightly 🙂
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m y s m i l e ~ s t r e t c h e d w i d e
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and there is no such place as far away
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this moment
~
only here
can we enjoy
wide
skies
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Thank you for your recent Visit dear Teri.. and just dropping back in to wish you a Wonderful start to March.. Love and Blessings xxx
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Thank you Sue, and same in return to you too xx
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Lovely, i especially love the image and its colors!
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