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OFFERING ON AN AUTUMN DAY by Nancy Carlson


I was inspired by the Fall Equinox to write this poem...  

There is this feeling of an offering of sorts...of my whole being: body, mind, soul, senses and emotions. It happens inwardly, yet is also reflected outwardly: an expression of all those parts of me.

It is this quiet time within where I wait, the whole of me, for this Love to come. What better reason, then, to write this poem, as it comes through me!


Offering on an Autumn Day

Red and orange leaves
blowing in the wind.
Grey skies,
the bluish color of my eyes.
Fall arrives
the season of my birth,
at home in the cool Autumn air.
Wrapped in fine cloth,
hues of red, orange
blue and brown.
Soft pale skin
and golden hair.

It is the time
to go back in.
Larimar-like blue eyes
that see so much
beyond the seen.
Like a tiger
in the grass, waiting...

Grounded in this time
of season changed.
Comfortable with a cup of tea,
book in hand
and smell of wind.

A drop of Mercy...
my heart, filled
with more Love
than I can imagine.
As I walk quietly,
like the tiger,
soft, firm steps
strong body, golden fur,
watching, listening.

Grace abounds...
How could one not
know this Love
is always there?
And my heart
does not know
how much more
it could hold.
Yet, my Beloved comes,
I know nothing more...
~


Nancy Carlson: "I am an evolving poet, writing mostly as reflection, contemplation. But most recently, as a student of bhakti-yoga, as an expression of my devotion. I work as an Ayurvedic Lifestyle Consultant, Integrative Health/Wellness Nurse Coach, yoga/meditation teacher and Reiki Master. You may contact me on Facebook here or via my website 'Joyful Healing' here. 

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