More Knowings

I know that I am having fun.

I know that I treasure today the memories of even my most uncomfortable moments in my least satisfying times, because they happened, and I felt them, and I became more from them.

I know that life is joy even in pain; love even in times of hatred.

I know that hate is only strong emotion thwarted.

I know that the knife thrust of strong emotion helps us break through to new ways of seeing.

I know that the knowings that come to me in the purity of an open perception are the truest knowings, and I want to remember them.

The Concert

(Warning... this one rhymes!)

Fast by the Lakes of Killarney
In a rhododendron dream
I saw a leprechaun kneeling
Neath a hawthorne tree by a stream


He’d gathered about him an army
Of herons and songbirds and crows
When he lifted his staff to direct them
A magnificent music arose


The herons strutted a rhythm
The songbirds carried the tune
The crows provided percussion
And all of the forest was soon


Swaying, it seemed, to the music
The leprechaun’s feathered band played
And me, I tried to stay hidden
Not wanting the music they made


To end that day or forever
Since I’d fallen beneath the spell
I would stay by the lake for a lifetime
Yes, deep in that forest I’d dwell


But alas, the dreamsong soon ended
Leaving me sad beyond words
Then the leprechaun turned to smile at me
And winked as he fled with the birds


Copyright © 2009 Mary Beth Watt. All rights reserved.

What I Know

I know that knowing is a poem
Comes to me whole

I know that fortune sets its own pace
Comes to us in pieces to assemble

I know that life is a creation
Comes to us new each day

I know that gifts are to be embraced
Comes easily if only we are open

I know that knowing is a poem
Comes wrapped up sweetly in the gift of life

Copyright © 2009 Mary Beth Watt. All rights reserved.