We walk…The children run… We smell the sweet
scent of pollen on the lush, green grass…feel
the temperature of cool water, flowing ...
Cypresses and pines…add depth, bestowing
gravity in the heady vaults, sky-deep.
We swim now, wildly, exuberantly,
as water rushes, spiraling its span
over the milky stones of a dam.
The world, our world, is a beautiful place –
at this moment – at this second...in space. . .
cares melt away... birds sing to the tranquil
atmosphere. Hummingbirds hover nearby,
over flower-scented earth…and as they fly
tiny hearts beating faster than any
living being…I hear this beat throbbing
in my heart, quickening… at one with them.
A brilliant sun circles our oasis,
and for a moment... this moment...in time
... this time...the darker things like pain have fled.
Our spirits are light, suspended in this
intensity of potential – they climb
drinking their fill as by the realm they’re fed.
Like hazy clouds from distant shores and still
our bodies float, above the chlorophyll.
The children run while muscles still take shape
and so we develop souls in the wake,
arms reaching out, uplifted...way above,
toward the unknown…unseen joy...