In this desert when snow falls at dawn
my being surrenders
to the pristine and sparkly white.
I rush into the storm and let the flakes
kiss my cheeks and eyelashes,
the luminosity fill my heart.
Thrilled, I carry this light
into the bedroom where I leap
on the bed and waken my cat and mate.
I race to the window and point,
“See, see the marvel
falling from the sky?”
They blink their eyes and consider,
uncertain that the few flakes
deserve such enthusiasm.
I want to convince them,
to point out the laden piñon boughs
and the rabbit tracks in the driveway.
But instead I nestle in with them,
so they may soak in the brilliance—
the miracle that arrived at dawn.
You have become a truly great poet. Reading your poem stirs what my soul is trying to shout.
Thank you, Jazz. So kind of you. And how lovely that the poem stirs that in you. Blessings, dear soul.
One of your gifts is to see the magnificence within the mundane. Thank you for sharing that splendid perspective. Love you Leslie!
Thank you, Stephani. We are so fortunate to have a teacher who reminds us again and again that life is Shabda and Shabda is life. And boy do I need reminding most days. Sending you loving thanks.
It takes a Spirit to see spirit everywhere. Love feels love outside, only reflecting the source of Love inside – you, Lesley!
Beautifully said, Al. So true. It is a great gift to learn that we don’t have to bring others along, but can instead simply live the love and shine it into the world. Thank you!