Friday Musing – Observation Poem

OBSERVATION

 

Two fields

 

The field of Noticing

The field of Observation

Divided by

A centuries old

Stone wall

The kind you want to follow

Forever

 

I enter and walk through

The field of Noticing

Reviewing life

 

Buckets in hand

I have come to

Begin my collections

 

The noticings

Of the years

Decades, even, are

Scattered over the field

 

I zigzag

Between

Ages

Events

People

Places

Travels

And even

All the different me’s

 

I scoop them up

And

Drop them in the

Appropriate bucket

Until

 

One by one

As many as I can carry

For this visit

I place the buckets

On the wall

Curious what

I will discover

 

I climb over

Into the gorgeous

Open field of

Observation

 

Benches spread all around

Holding pillows of myriad hues

An invitation to

Sink into the flow of

Comfortable

Uninterrupted

Observing

 

I spread out

The noticings

From each bucket

Careful not to mix them

Even though

They will all blend together

In a tapestry

Someday

 

For now

I need to be with them

Separately

 

I explore each collection

With intention

Ahhhh…

The noticings begin to make sense

 

Some weaving together

Or

Like puzzle pieces

Fitting into place

 

I start to hear

And take into my being

The cumulative

Stories of each bucket

 

Some finished

Some unfinished

 

I realize

How separate

Each noticing is

And so often

How I try

To make sense

Of one by itself

When I now see

Each one as so partial

 

In the field of Observation

Immersed in Kairos time

With each astounding collection

 

I begin

To see

Hear

And feel

The whole

More clearly

 

This visit shedding light

Even as darkness comes

I place some collections

Back in their buckets

 

Others stay

Safe in place

Waiting

For me to return

To sit with them longer

 

Continuing to piece together

What they

Want me to know

 

I sense

This is

The first excursion

Of many

 

As I meander home

I play with Rumi’s words

There is a field of Observation

The field of Noticing says

I’ll meet you there

 

For I have discovered

It is there

I begin

To know and understand

 

 

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