Serpentinarium

Jeweled kerchiefs, spider spun
Glisten damp
After rain the night before.

Fog shrouds morning light
Trickles below glass sing above
Faint fall breath cools my chest
While my back is warm

A folded winged shape
Perched above the water
Spreading flap: The heron goes

All is one

One day, quiet waves
Next, mystic fog over glass
Cool, dry, sitting by the pond

Drinking the waters of the Way today. . .

Lunch with an old friend, soothing words of Christ.
A daughter's birthday, celebrated with song, returned by a radiant countenance.
Cooking for little ones, helping hands with mischievous grins.
Cradling darkness, quiet warmth of the little ones drifting off.
Familiar strings, an old song, callouses found anew, nice notes laughing.
Lao Tzu's wisdom, images of serenity.
A candle, incense, a bell: Quiet sitting, inward looking.
Smiles on a familiar face, decades of affection, quiet and warm.

Simple things.
Life.

Peace to all.

Ethereal music, lyrics in a language I don't understand, takes me now to a place of quiet reflection at my keyboard.

I saw a comment on Serpentinarium that I had moderated but forgotten about and realized I haven't talked to that person in a while. I treasure the connections in life. This one crosses an ocean. I've missed the little spark that always happened when I saw the words coming to me from thousands of miles away.

Wistful am I, listening still.

Yesterday,
Morning meditation outside in cool fall.
Bird flittered in trees,
Squirrels scampered branch to branch,
Scrabbled in dry leaves on ground.
Cars on distant road, tires breathed the speed.
Planes a thousand feet in sky, homed to earth,
Air whipping and whistling, followed aluminum wings.
Signs of life outside,
Sang to life inside.