under the birch tree, sedum blooming at his side
solid rock surroundings.
Breakfast eaten, green tea sipped, water bottle emptied.
wondering about words from
pen to paper scribbled
A sacred journey continuing, chosen
work, to be,
with Buddha, Jesus, Allah, Krishna, Mother...
Contemplative, reflective, aware of breath, of
sound, grateful for butterfly, hummingbird, ripening tomatoes,
My home built many years before ( over 100 I am told)
a sure foundation holds it still.
Holds me, the sacred stories time unfolds, within, around
a treasure to being, so often filled,
by questioned uncertainty, shoulded messages.
pen in hand, two pink roses call me,
rain specked, bending in the breeze, being, just being
Being just being, a writer, sitting pen in hand,
words emerge, sometimes, surprising me, life's invitation
Gentle breezes blow.
gkn, sept. 2015