A leaf catching light,

At once single and part of the tree.

The breath and the space between,

The web of spiders and gallaxies,

Seen and unseen.

Sun above clouds,

Soul within, always.

The eternal ephemeral,

The constant of birth and death,

The ability to let go and let grace,

With success and with mistakes.

In the ordinary, everyday mundane,

The spark of spirit remains.

In self expression and recognition,

Kindred flames support warmth,

Renewing beauty from dirt.

You,

With a different story,

Me.

Day becoming night,

Becoming day,

Becoming.

The tiny seed,

Seeks light and loving,

Rooted to the source,

Dew dropped dawn,

Fleeting,

Nothing more to do,

At the heart of it all,

Beating.

True,

Just true.

The V of geese flying,

Secured between earth and sky,

Reflected in your eyes,

The desire to be heard.

The accepted invitation,

To express from within.