The sun on my face
A tiny Buddha laughing
Nature becomes me
*
Nearby are my friends
Javalina and the cats
Nothing I must speak
*
My eyes become wells
The slow turning brings the sound
That delights my heart
*
Sweet breeze enlivens
Another simple hearing
And I can exhale
*
There is a stillness
That only I can welcome
When attending now
*
The grasses quiver
Teacher of perfect movement
Somehow I can learn
*
Repetition comes
Waiting offers what will be
Maybe quite perfect
*
A desert canyon
Big enough to cradle me
Her life and her death
*
Eternal choir
Permissive to my dear soul
No separation
*
Shapes of creation
Blended with sublime color
Depths I will allow
*
Intimacy found
Without shedding a single tear
A wish coming true
*
A remembering
Of what is truth and safety
My evolution
