it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same

a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose

myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to

the songs  of
butterflies as
they nodded back

it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how

habits are formed good ones

I’ve learned in between

steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossom

in presence

the jungle book didn't have two seats that were together
and that simply would not do
because my new bear necessity
is being with you

Sweet Mystery of Peaace
Blind  Thoughts Together
Intertwined Loving, Loving
Light Trellised upon Ocean Breeze
Painting
Upon
Waters Life
Dancing
Mirror of Loves Listening

I notice the silence

not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind

I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious

flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes

frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book

down where it was letting
my head as beheaded

falling too

early morning
every one works

to make the land
more beautiful

sprinklers sing
water jumping

up in the air
birds grooming

their songs
elderly women

with rolls walking
their poodles

old pick up trucks
filled with new

flowers to plant
slowly driving by

me decorated
with an unexpected smile

I now expect little and live the moment
exploring while passing over

I’ve quit detaining I let
motion befalling having no

more addresses pinheads or pencils
I found myself delighted
in the last three lines

Im missing those days--
Where i can be completely open to you.

Im missing those days--
Where we talk all day long.

Im missing those days--
Where my life was happy by the presence of you.

Im missing those days--
Where i dont question my existence.

Im missing those days--
;days that i can't turn back