You may wonder, what does it feel like, to take a stroll through the small towns and cities we've been visiting here in Nicaragua. In an attempt to describe the feeling and the experience, I wrote this poem a few nights ago. Welcome to our peaceful and beautiful world. Enjoy.
"A Passing"
As a wandering soul I pass your home.
You're there, watching with calm curiosity,
my expressions, my movements, my essence.
I see you, acknowledgment pursed on my lips.
"Buenas."
Smooth with a silent, whispering s.
"Buenas," you reply, your syllables smiling.
I continue on my way.
In each doorway, a new blessing is waiting.
My eyes take you into my heart.
My voice carries to you my spirit's greetings.
"Adios."
Smooth with a silent, whispering s.
"Adios," you reply, your syllables smiling.
In this moment, time stands still.
A stroll through your colorful, welcoming land is simply sweet.
An offering of compassion is what we share.
An acknowledgment.
A passing.
(1.8.10)
Much love family! So nice talking to you Tee!
-Bryan
Brian,
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful. i love each word,
thank you for writing.
for reminding that within complexity,
there is silence, there is a peace.
and there is always, a whispering s.
with love,
sara
(eh hem, i mean, Bryan)
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