Blue smoldering clouds touch mountains in the silver sky,
blue bellflowers sway to the beat of the wind,
red-tiled roofs drip after the rain.
My living presence here and now,
a memory of life connecting dots of history,
a song of joy from nowhere.
Let there be a holiday with no reason and no calendar
because I am, you are, we are
connecting all these fleeting days
by living, being present, and remembering.
A holiday of second birth,
coming from the depths of soul,
connected, like a well, to all the world’s seas.
Blue bellflowers sway to the beat of the wind,
blue mountains smolder with clouds,
tiled roofs glow pink in the sunshine.
Look, Life is here, restless, calling, smiling, —
at me, at you, at everyone.
A never-ending miracle of second birth,
a holiday that is always with us.
The day of presence, here and everywhere,
in every breath of blossoming summer,
always rich, always diverse, always generous
to everyone who has been fortunate
to come here for even the slightest moment.
Credits
- My sincere gratitude to
and the Isle of Write Poetry Pond Workshop for deep feedback and precise suggestions.
- Photo by Billy Williams / Unsplash
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