A Forest Ditch

Walking in the forest
I hear the quiet breeze
Flowing through the tall conifers.
Above me.

A Great Tit calls
with piercing clarity
Impressing his mate.
And me.

I come across a water-filled ditch
Long enough for Ophelia
To drown herself.
But not me.

I get down on my hunkers and draw –
Peat-brown edges,
Reflections of Sky,
Above me.

I fall into a state
Of introspective meditation
On the words of Lao Tsu
Who speaks to me:

Eight:
The highest good is like water.
Water gives life to the ten thousand things and does not strive.
It flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao.
In dwelling, be close to the land.
In meditation, go deep in the heart.
In dealing with others, be gentle and kind.
In speech, be true.
In ruling, be just.
In business, be competent.
In action, watch timing.

No fight: No blame.

Forest Pool
Acrylics on canvas, 45x60cm.

Today I planted seeds:
Sunflower, parsley, Zucchini
Sweet Pea, Antirrhinum,
Nasturtium, Night-scented stock.
Scottish Marigold (Calendula).

I hope they come up.
As usual.

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