TRANSIT OF VENUS
( the dead pass by
The living pass by).
On long, rainy days
As summer floods in,
If only we could remain
Silent and listening
Hands still, ears open.
Not desiring anything –
The water-drop’s song
The grey and green light.
Remaining breathing
No wishes, no impatience.
Then we would not miss
The transits of bliss,
The constant reverberation
Of the invisible,
The passage of time,
The dance of space
Between one breath
And the next.
I wrote this on the day of the Transit of Venus, an event much heralded by some, invisible here because of steady rain clouds. It follows a lunar eclipse, much heralded by some, invisible because of rain clouds. This, together with complaints about our traditional weather (rain in summer), drew my attention to the yearning for the calendrical, anniversarial (?), momentous, special, ” once in a lifetime”, events. What do we strain to see? What do we let slip by unnoticed? The value of the unseen…..
simonhlilly 
HI Simon Yes for me the peace and tranquility in the rain is always there….if I can stay present and when the sun emerges the expansiveness is even more pleasurable….
P.S Are you going to be having an exhibition of your art sometime? Would loe to see it in the phoenix or similar….
Thanks Adam. It would be nice to have a show- its been a long time since the last one. Its the framing costs that put me off somewhat!….( and hawking my stuff around). Will have wuite a lot on show at Quest, though…
I missed Venus. Thanks Britain and your cloudy skies!
But this poem goes a way to making it up. Which is aces.
And again, great art work.
Its been that kind of Britain this year!
Yesterday I wrote:
“Two weeks of rain.
Finally, the moon!
An embarrassed smile….”