Being.
(Bees Wings)

Bees wings, humming birds and me

forever doing,

Pollen, work, the flowers and honey

forever eating,

Days and nights, blended, melded

forever rushing.

but to where?

Changes needed, flower is wilting.

Instead of doing, always moving

Stop this treadmill, think of being

Quiet stillness, hear the silence,

tranquil being, in the forest.

As the owl that sits and watches

contented creature, looking softly.

Cool detachment, slight in frenzy.

Wings beat slowly, down on dinner

then the stillness, moonbeams outline.

Give me being over doing,

calming time amid the tumult

Let me stop this outward madness

better yet the inner road,

no more trinkets bought for pleasure

touch the peace that waits within

Reach for being over doing

Change the bee forever flying

change the bee now into being.

Malcolm F. Davidson  © 12/97

A New kind of Mirror

© Malcolm F. Davidson  07/12/06

I looked in the mirror and saw

not just day old stubble

and bleary eyes

but a world of laughter

and a world of happiness

living all around me.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest of them all?”

It is those who give and receive

with kindness and humility,

and those that remember we are all connected.

by the light

that streams from mirror to mirror

rusty and chipped

gilt edged and penthouse, no matter,

the light does reach everywhere.