At Once I Was Awake

Eyes open,

I am always in awe.

The sky is infinite,

the ocean, unwavering.

Even the depths

of my own spirit

are impenetrable.

I watch blackbirds

in the morning,

flawless flight,

of wing-span

and mountain-height,

undeniable.

I smell the flowers,

feel the Earth.

A sentient being,

I sip coffee

and taste the

midnight soil

of another country.

Color against iris,

symphony of

singing trees

between my ears,

I stand between

sunlight and the

evermore of the cosmos

and breath in

the morning dew

and Summer cloud,

watch the grass:

caterpillar larve

to butterfly.

I gasp: this is life!

Creative Abundance