A One Day Maybe Philosophy


A One Day Maybe Philosophy

I have to concede, that it’s unavoidable to not think abstract,
thoughts at times on the pathway of ones’ life,
unusual feelings and emotions, those that are quirky and not exact,
the science, of where we are in this art ‘of being alive’,

I am none too old, yet l am neither too young anymore,
yet l am of the age where l have acquired ripened wisdom,
having seen much during my travels along many seashores,
and those that have caressed my thinking with every passing autumn,

My Mother once told me that l would find inner contentment,
yet did not explain how this could be achieved,
and when asked if she too had found her own peaceful convent,
her answer was blunt, ‘Sadly she had been deceived’,

Yet she found joy in her children, but not of anything else,
and that inner peace was created by a state of mind,
of understanding and acknowledging oneself,
and allowing life to teach you and this takes time,

Living alone now as l do, at times with ghostly companions,
and losing myself into fathomless philosophies,
trying to comprehend my direction in the depths of fountains,
of knowledge of who l am and my past histories,

Can at times, trial my weary soul, and strain my mind,
in the search for this inner contentment once touched upon,
by my mother, now oh so very long ago, yet not in time,
for despite my age l am none too old, yet neither too young,

And what is time, but the passing of just the seasons,
yearly, we see them come and go without much distress,
never thinking that in reality, that time is of no other reason,
except to serve us and at our disposal for us to possess,

Yet time does not belong to us, natures’ Mother owns it,
She allows us to enjoy the beauty of her possession,
and sees no consequence past the one day week,
which serve her to make up the on-going seasons,

Yet now at an age of neither too young nor too old,
and having walked away from life’s controversial fires,
can l honestly say, that l have not forgotten what l was told,
and that contentment and peace of heart is here in the Shires,

Where l live a life that resembles rural peasantry,
only occasionally missing the touch of skin upon skin,
from a loving partner, of whom l could share all the beauty,
and surroundings of where l am currently living,

Stepping away from the planet, and shunning society,
Is not for everyone, and many would perhaps be driven insane,
by the quietness of the at times bleak wintry,
seasons’, not thinking that time passes us quickly again,

And that before too long the Shires’ blossoms emerge,
displaying to those who know and understand our ways,
that mankind’s society is nothing but a blighted scourge,
and that Mothers’ nature is all we need in our weeks of the one days.

© Rory Matier 2010

14 thoughts on “A One Day Maybe Philosophy

  1. Absolutely stunning thoughts. Endearing. Hope you have found, continue to find you. Who else is there? We are surrounded but by ourselves most the time. All the other times, what seeps in can be deadly or possibly help us rise to the occasion and dive in deep. 🕊💙🎶🎶J

    1. Hey Jeanne, thank you for your words of kind and compliment. we never stop looking and it’s the fool indeed, who thinks we do. I have met a few on my journey who surprise me with their fool hardiness when they say that there is nothing left to look for 🙂

  2. Beautiful words and reflections. Sounds like you live in lovely place that nurtures your creativity. Living a city can at times seem isolating but it helps when you pay attention to nature and the seasons. I could not live without a garden that attracts native birds and wildlife.

  3. There is peace and wisdom in your words. This is quite lovely and a piece that I will always read and go back to spend time with and contemplate.

    Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.


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