Sunday 26 August 2007

what a holiday means........ when you are grown up

Time to breathe, really breathe
Filling lungs with all things pure
Escape from the city
And all things city life implies
The suffocating patterns of day to day toil
The pollution and the rush, rush, rush
To perform like a seal in a show.

What greater joy than to read that book
Uninterrupted from cover to cover
Whilst inwardly imagining the House of Cards
Has collapsed neatly into a pile
To watch the juggling balls of life
Fall slowly to the floor and
After a day or two finally they lie motionless

To free the mind of all things routine
Feeling the sun enter your soul
Smooth sea breezes replacing impurities with light
Strolling the waters edge in the early morn
Whilst the gentle lapping of the waves
Whisper their secrets in the blissful silence
Watching as all tensions ebb away with the tide

Each sandy step along the shore line releases the mind
Regenerating in the moment, offering random a thought
What the sea has taken it returns
Driftwood evolving daily from what it once was
Each creating a unique image of natures art
The sea will return to collect them again
And later lay them back to the shore

A realisation there are some routines which can never be dismissed or denied
Nor would I ever wish to

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The contrast of holiday to grindstone focusses the mind beautifully - it's something I miss - yet another paradox/irony.

Lovely post.

Randompom aka AEIB said...

Thank you Daddy P

I think this holiday was worth every penny as I felt a huge release after a stressy few months at work.
I know we all yearn to pack up the day job and I must admit it does sound tempting but like you I know I would miss the contrast in life