Landing in this moment
finding my spot right here
turning and turning
wriggling adjusting
feeling around this spot
pressing down the earth
breathing in out in out
loosening my grip on whatever
once seemed important
landing finally in this very
particular moment and
suddenly here I am.
And now a branch of the walnut tree
bobs just outside my window
its slender leaves dancing dappled
in the cool morning sun.
How can I leave this room just now?
For though other sights may be
grander, more sublime
breathtaking
just now in this moment
that particular green
that inimitable light
those perfect shapes
that graceful ballet
surpass All.
Oh today’s the day the day all right
bringing along with it I can’t know what
and that’s the beauty isn’t it
the beauty of a morning of a day
a chunk of twenty four hours
poised and ready inviting All
to go and do with or without hats
whatever it is All think of going and doing.
Anyone knows this anyway but there it is
nevertheless said.
On this day as on any other
any thing might happen
any gentle tender moment
crashing upheaval
tiny occurrence
crazy kerfuffle
loving alliance
unexpected rupture.
Any any.
But now this still morning
is whole of itself
with no need to move
or change one
smaller than small iota.