How much is enough?
How great must our accomplishments be?
How great our concern?
How vast our powers
Until there is no room for us anymore.
We can no longer find space
We need to become like a grain of sand.
Lots of space
to move, be, discover
We can see, hear, taste, touch, feel, smell
and connect them all
without craving, avoiding, or ignoring
and celebrate living and dying
Beauty is so much an inside job
Being built from the inside out by the possessor.
It can be seen in a battered, ocean side juniper,
a tea ceremony, the dive of the Peregrine,
the eyes of a friend
One day I went to Carnivale to see all the beautiful people, the merriment, catch the candy and beads! I was watching near the end of the parade. A young woman dressed in costume with beautiful feathers and headpiece posed and then disappeared into the changing rooms.
Out she came, pushing a baby stroller, headed into the store and came out with bread and a gallon of milk, headed home.
When we love, we enjoy ourselves, but we meet our responsibilities, to take care of others