Poetry 'n Prose

Two Lakes

We are like two lakes,
Joined, one above the other
Along the same timeless river.

When two lakes join together
They do not dry up
Or come to a rest,

One constantly draws
The other through
Self-replenishing grace

We are like two lakes,
Joined, one above the other
Along the same timeless river.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

10 replies on “Two Lakes”

Wonderful energy flowing as I read while listening to Brahms..Symphony 3/Poco Allegretto? hopefully the spelling is correct…
I like the thought of self-replenishing grace of constantly drawing the other through…
I like this !….

I was listening to your list last night, stayed up way to late, but as I ended my wandering, I listened to the Ambient Light III again..very meditating state I fall in
and I have no clue how to meditate, I had some tests ran once why I couldn’t get in the alpha state, I was told I live in it LOLs…
but I love the quiet energy in your music…(Thank you again)
Take Care…
( I thought I read something you wrote early this morning…but when I came on this afternoon it was gone..did I image it? sorry, having a senior-blonde day)

This is very beautifully articulated. Two lakes – waters that are still and deep and encompassing movement from within the depths.

Lakes – that don’t have the luxury of flying like rivers, yet they breathe with the oxygen the waters trapped long ago…

I love the images your poem brings to mind. Lovely to find in the morning!

Have a good peaceful week!

Lakes like this exist. I found two lakes in northern England, the Hayden and Ladybower, they flow into each other in a self-replenishing way. I’ve spent many a day walking around them discovering this feature. Taking a poetic license we may extend this to relationships – platonic and romantic. Hmmm ok… maybe I’m just feeling that way in sunshine and they way light reflects on the surface of the water…

I too stay up late listening in on a station BBC classic fm. I haven’t reach the point where I know anything about classical music, but like wines, I know what I like.

I like music that allows me the space to drift, drift towards infinity. I hear it birdsong, rippling waves, the wind through the leaves and occasionally I hear it in silence. Without motive, concept, or determination music of the earth pushes me out of my tiny shell (or ego) and into a wider universe. The universe is delightful and full of infinite possibilities. Its a good place to be.

And the earlier piece… I think it was a re-edit of an essay about wounded healers… follow on from other essays in a similar vein of learning and relinquishing my infinite ignorance.
Be in peace, always


You are right… when we allow a relationship, a person to touch our deepest soul, then it becomes a mutually reinforcing bond – a beautiful piece of embroidery.

You know I’m thinking of what is known as ‘shadow work’ in embroidery. We did a lot of that when we were girls. Threads moving back and forth in a flowery pattern on the back of the cloth, while the real pattern, on the right side, is outlined with this web on the reverse. :)

Shadow work sounds fascinating, is there any examples of this available anywhere? I’ve not seen any in the main galleries of London, but I may have missed it.

It is embroidery done on sheer fabric like organdy, for dresser doilies, for instance. That’s why you might have missed it. It is a pretty English thing… :)

I’m afraid I’m unable to paste an image of it here… WordPress won;t allow me to do it!

Yes it’s form seems to come from Elizabethan tapestry originally, but each culture transforms the style and purpose. I’ve seen French Russian tapestry which I adore. In my imagined renovated castle I’d have them all hanging on the walls.

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