Zen and the Art of Visualization #2

closing eyes

a scene unfolds

full coloured shades on mind-dark canvas…

peripheral sounds fade… softer… softer

until all that remains is a supple soughing wind…

a gentle breeze tenderly offers

a fragrance rich in earthy memories

my mind follows the scented trail

of humus & wild wattle… heady drifts of native flowers

hang heavy in the air…

… mind steps forward with familiar confidence

so memorable is this essence

that I am drawn willingly along a twisting track

that wends its way past tea-tree, acacia & mimosa

… winds its way to a giggling creek tickling

over water-pounded pebbles

that speak of eons past…

so swept up am I in recollections of this scent

soothed and coddled by nuances

of younger freer days…

… birds sing herehere herehere…

and following their guiding call

I stumble into a cloud of lemon myrtle

fresh lemony-sharp citrus perfume

funnels down the tunnels of memory

to such a carefree day, a lemon-scented day

when trees were meant for climbing

and creeks for freshwater swims that cleanse

both spirit & skin…

… closing eyes…breathing in

fresh air… wild myrtle… and…. and something softer

sweeter…. more delicate in both scent & recollection…

bouquets of love fill my mind

… a smile, soft and reminiscent, blushes my lips…

closed eyes see all…

like pages of an autobiography

mind images flip

to another day

another me…

eagerly the images show

paper-bark-trees by swampy stillwater

quivering fragrance of wild orchid

growing in delicate array

lifts my feet

off solid earth

as once upon a long time ago

love lifted me so, when strong arms

held that younger woman me

up in the fragrant branches of a paper-bark-tree;

sharonlee©

10/1/12