Watching Droplets do their thing. Content in Peace. Dreaming and observing. ( Three almost poems)

Reflection with camera © 2015 Daphne C Alexopoulou
Reflection with camera © 2015 Daphne C Alexopoulou

Freedom waits for you and so does peace. Peace made of the small moments. How you are when you turn your gaze towards that green field, defines that green field. You have that freedom. Yours is the freedom to have that translucent moment, yours is the freedom to love clear waters-to dive in and be accepted. A Natural Arc. Droplets dot your skin and then they are gone. It’s time to just watch, time to not care. Give them time to dry and disolve into nothingness. Drop, by drop, by precious drop. You are eternity.

Blubells and buttercup. Daphne C Alexopoulou ©2015
Blubells and buttercup. Daphne C Alexopoulou ©2015

I gaze at nothing and everything. I listen to the silence and hear nothing. Nothing good, or loud or coloured by rainbows. All I can hear is the breath of nameles thoughts. Hard to avoid, those thoughts. I scratch the surface by force of habit. Get nowhere. No surprise there. If I can still hear my thoughts while I’m sleeping, am I really asleep? Maybe I should decide on a shopping list, a to do list and be done. Maybe not. I am eternity.

Shadow: hankerchief flower ©2010 Daphne C Alexopoulou
Shadow: hankerchief flower ©2010 Daphne C Alexopoulou

Dreaming and oserving. I’m not taking sides, I’m faking apathy. Ah, but we like to be liked, I like to be liked. Love skipped by and made me smile. Time passed too but it was a trick. Do we really get saved by our good deeds?  At which point do we forget we have wings? Do I still owe you something? What if the touch of eternity is so light, we don’t notice it?