Honor the distractions that keep you whole.
Titmouse at the thistle feeder.
Wing-beat of geese navigating by the moon.
A glistening spider’s web in the withering hyssop.
Exultation of a turquoise moth
who will die before sunrise.
The baby’s ancient gaze
from a supermarket shopping cart.
Two dragonflies dancing
at the edge of a spring-fed pond.
Are we not redeemed
by the sure sweet vision of particulars?
What else is faith?
Elegant cracks in a hand-made tea bowl.
Waves dissolving on sand.
Fragrance of honeysuckle on a broken fence.
Bamboo wind chimes in an empty barn.
A horse's tail swatting flies on a summer morning.
The motionless explosion of a rose.
Every flame-tipped thing
conspiring in ceaseless revelation
to whisper, “Yes, you are here.”
In a fallen camellia, the splendor of Sr Chakra,
those empyrean petals, choir upon choir.
The silence between raindrops.
This breath.
Photo: The camellia that fell from a bush by my front door.
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How beautiful... Thank you _/\_
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