Silver Falling

A single word

sharp blade

of grass

a drop

of sound

I Am

found

beneath

this path

Arcadian

woodland

faeries dance

on mines

of minds

and heaven

scents

a King’s

ransom

hath lament

a story

hidden

beneath

my feet

as forest’s

hearts still

they beat

and rise

thou will

though man

stands still

the water’s

edge

saving monsters

and flowers

in one

final breath

the birds

still fledge

and fly

above

our temporal

earth

where Love

as mossy

silence fills

its berth

of planted

roots

fruits

of wonder

and

I am silver

lined

in thunder

of what

we are

and hope

to be

more complex

than any

tree…

— Silver Falling, film and flow poetry by Deborah T. Hewitt

*Opening and closing scenes from my mom’s small Oregon town and Silver Falls State Park, North Falls. *Good network required to watch.

Music: Adagio for Strings, London Philharmonic Orchestra & David Parry, 8:24 minutes

I have been reading Joan Didion's 'The Year of Magical Thinking."  She has a way of speaking the unspoken mind.

“We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. as we were. as we are no longer. as we will one day not be at all.”

Life in general is a force to contend with.   Aging no easy feat.  The beauty of the earth yearns to be part of our daily struggles, both internal and external.  Family and relationships are complicated.   Isolation is upon many.  This piece is about the tug of emotions that we are all dealing with.  War and peace, grief and joy, hope and loss.  

The music and imagery is both conflicting and pure love.  If you like to meditate it's very relaxing with a few bird sounds at the end.