The towers crumble

I watch with horror

Smoke, ash,

Papers, concrete

Bodies, plane wreckage

All billow in clouds sharp and hurtful

Choking, blinding

Wounded survivors stagger

Coughing, bleeding, stunned

Caked in grime

Black become white

White become gray

And I know life would never be the same again

The impact of this event stopped us

Thousands, millions pause

In must-do lives

To watch

In the days that followed

Did we pause more often?

Did we hold loved ones closer?

Did we look at life afresh?

Amazed we pondered

How can human do that to human

Amazed we wondered

Will the human race survive?

Were we more honest?

More Aware?

Grateful for the Gift of Life

More aware of the world around us

More aware of our own responses




Hold that thought

Stay with it

Unpack it

Here needs Awareness

Stay here

Aware – awake – alert

Day by day


On the lookout for the details

That which slips past in the blur of busy

The minutiae

The small things  

Things that make big things, great

Before reaching for more

Coffee, chocolate, food

Alcohol, nicotine,

Other drugs

Other comforts

Before Rushing on…

Pause for a moment and watch

Be aware

Be in the Moment

What is happening?

What am I feeling?

Right now

So often when busy with life

I recall

Arriving at destinations

As if by magic

I would turn off the ignition

Wondering how did I get here?

At least some part of the journey

A Blank

I was always hopeful

If someone had stepped out

If lights had changed

I would have reacted…

But I didn’t really know

If I had been busier perhaps I would not have wondered

Too easily

That Rip Tide of life pulls us out of control

Too easily

We put aside conscious thought

Slipping into automatic

Stressed out living becomes normal

I stand, nose pressed against a marble column

It fills my vision on all sides

I can see no way past

Nothing beyond

If I stay there

I will see little else

But one step

One small step

To one side or

To the other

One step away

Gives me a much clearer view

Suddenly the detail of splendid architecture

Fills my vision

Carvings, domed ceilings, art works,

Light filtering through stained glass windows

 And I breathe


I pause…

The danger?


If I see the roses

I may be compelled to stop

Smell them

Can I afford that Time?

Can I afford not to?

Do I really want a life so full

I cannot see

A smile

A tear

A glance


A rend in the fabric of my own Wellbeing?


“To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower

Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.”

William Blake – Auguries of Innocence


 Words and Pictures © Denise Stanford 2010

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~ by Denise Within the Vine on 23/06/2010.

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