Thank you for another day.
For the warmth.
For the growth.
Thank you for changing.
Making the eve cooler,
And the morning too.
And for the midday sun.
When you are closest to us,
Every reminding of how our existence,
Depends on your mercy.
As we remain engulfed in your presence,
Waiting is not a dead time.
A waste of time.
An extended moment of impatience.
As if life only starts after it has passed.
Rather waiting is an opportunity for reflection.
Take it today.
Heading to my loved one for the weekend,
Sunshine beats a path towards the tunnels who will lead me home.
I ignore the grand entrance; built to welcome,
For this journey of anticipation,
And then snub the steps, the Ticketmaster, and the engine drivers.
Casey Jones is no more;
I am distracted from a path made beautiful for me;
And those who are welcoming me before I arrive home.
Water was disturbed,
One more time,
From the splashes of the gong,
Resonating in my mind,
On its way to the heart.
Late afternoon sun provides heat without the burning,
Light without squinting,
An unshaded warmth.
As if peace was airborne.
To hold and caress me.
Observing life in a tree,
Kept small to never outgrow its keeper,
Not to show power.
But rather companionship.