Into the new day comes
a season of abundance gifted
through words and deed and simple things
grace is a beautiful thing.
We search the crevices for more
while forgetting to stop and thank
the creation of a shining universe,
fresh with the hope for tomorrow.
We cling to images and memories
somehow never feeling content in the now
till unexpected pleasures filter in
and capture our interest we find
all we ever needed was this one thing
peace of heart and love in infinity.
Who does not love
the sight of brilliant colors
flooding the senses with mirth and joy
in that very moment we become
a garden of being.
Lingering in contemplation
the soothing sense of living beauty
captures our imaginations and sets a new pace
and we feel the life-force flow through
when we behold the magic of blooming
into a new being we rise and unfold,
energy higher as we reach for the sky.
In the thickest forests,
dreams fill the downy mind
as music plays a symphony-
the windchime concerto.
Staccato drops beat intermittently
on a concrete ocean blue
ripples undulate the depths
as I sit pondering a new and fresher day.
I am but a voyeur
to the coming burst of pleasure,
storm chasing from the rocker
keeping time to the bustle of clouds
caged and secure from the beast
as my fingers find their mark.
Early morning rise to darkness
as distant traffic breaks the silence
cat tiptoes lightly into a sudden streak past-
as heaven overflows its bounds
and jasmine scented air fills me with a sudden need,
to bloom in the gift given
quenched and shaking in joy,
as the lovely day melody
plays through the recorder of my mind.
Early morning rise as the storm settles in to play,
a beautiful good morning to us lifers
who choose to embrace it all,
coffee and raindrops, ah….bliss.
