Sunday, February 1, 2015

Meditation


Irises alive in winter-wet ground, mud-stained fingers,
a bucket of aromatic, tender-green weeds,

and other familiar dreams,
as gladness is presence attentive to things.



3 comments:

Lorraine Renaud said...

that is true, from the frozen grass I picked a branch of an evergreen frozen on the parking lot i took i had no earth so i took other elements sand from Cuba (my son always brings me sand from wherever he visits) so sand and water and put the branches and this morning i noticed some new buds coming in, how can it be, to me a miracle and made me smile

William Michaelian said...

It’s times like these when you see everything is a miracle....

Lorraine Renaud said...

So very true William