All my stirring

“I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.”
~ Wendall Barry

circles in the water

About Dr Bill Wooten

Organizational Psychologist,Guitarist, Banjo Picker, Bicyclist, Reader and Books, Books, Books
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4 Responses to All my stirring

  1. Thanks for this reflection.

  2. Cecilia says:

    Great poem, great thoughts. And I love the picture. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Gorgeous water image and great poem by Wendell B. What he says reminds me of the Aboriginal songlines.

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