There was a moment lying
With you in the glory of skin
Where I was transported to a sense of OKness
You were both beautifully and vulnerably you
In that moment
Like all of the Divine
OKness was also Embodied by Us
In the interaction of just being there
There was nothing more I needed in that moment
But perhaps To offer you the gratitude
That my voice Would not speak
Because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth and said so
that You would Run away
that You would Not believe
That in that moment
It was perfect ....
I'm sorry I could not say so ....
For that one precious moment
Of letting me know that it's OK ....
And I want you to know that too ....
Deep Winter Ice undoubtedly feels itself to be
solid and cohesive Holding through even the Sunny
days of Winter Noting without concern
the water flowing beneath ....
Deep Winter Ice .... Looks like it will hold us
when we step onto it And for a moment This is true
And then there becomes a time When our steps
must become cautious and we hang back
The Ice itself notices The thinness That it is feeling
The way that water moving beneath them feels
swifter and Less languid more urgent .... And that Sun
While welcomed by the birds that are singing now
And the trees that are somehow crackling Is making
The ice also crack Crack apart crack open
The thin places breaking Washing away .... ....
I wonder how that is To be the Ice
I wonder if the Ice Understands that it is simply part
of the River And in a moment held by circumstance
And then released .... .... I watch the shifting of the Ice
on the River And feel its flow clunky still .... Will that Ice make
a journey to a more open space or will it simply Become
River before it gets there And even as I imagine that expanse
of Water in my mind's eye I realize That Ice or Water
The River Has opened itself To this new horizon .... ....
Looking at that Daisy, that tiny Daisy really no bigger than my thumb, white with just a hint of a flush or a blush .... nestled on the hillside, a very modest hillside, but there amongst its family, a whole community really of other tiny little Daisies .... in that expanse of green grass, rising up the gentle slope, overlooking the water, the expanse of ocean.
I wonder if the Daisy can see that far. But what the Daisy seems to be looking at is beyond that, is the blue of the Sky, face turned toward the warmth, the Sunshine, open, receiving.
I imagine that Daisy basking in the Sun .... leaves held open, drinking in the Sun and the life-giving Water from the soil. And that's all. Just being Daisy .... There on the Hill, the most gentle of hills, hardly worth rolling down, but lovely to perch on the bottom of, and look up to enjoy the Daisies without crushing them ....
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