Without Fanfare
Warm sweet wind
caressing my shoulders,
dancing with my hair
in greeting.
Sitting untroubled
I hear the crickets’ constancy,
notice a chainsaw
in the far away distance
cutting though the stillness ~
reminds me of man’s industriousness
even in the wild places.
Presence pervades everything here …
revealing itself through the parched earth,
rolling clouds
and in the light flight
of a solitary butterfly
yellow as the iridescent sun.
Over the hills I hear the ring
of a focussed hammer
filled with gritty determination ~
Creativity is afoot and so alive
everywhere I am.
Pine cones spiral around me
on the good red rocks
promising fertility;
As the mother tree
who birthed them
stands strong and proud
and effortlessly
has my back one more time.
Ahead I see expansiveness,
possibility, no agenda ~
simply openness.
And into this moment
my heart floods willingly ~
the flame within
quietly awake
without fanfare.
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