Ruminating On Rumi

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.

~ M. Rumi

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Eye Wonder


Sitting cross legged in this big, comfy chair
Through the window sun envelopes 
This body in a warm embrace
Eyes squint 
Seeing small pillows of baby clouds shape shift
Across the afternoon sky
Bigger clouds billow and congregate on the horizon
The sun appears to briefly disappear
The warm embrace loosens, body cools
After some time a full embrace
A warm glow from head to toe
A small breeze chases a leaf across the lawn
Leaf hopping like a bird searching for worms
Now as late afternoon on this nearly official spring day
Draws longer shadows on the wooden back deck
Nudged by a deeper breath of breeze, the back deck door 
Closes, then opens, then closes, then 
The breeze becomes a soft, long drawn in sigh and equally long exhale
Leaving trees and branches to slow dance to and fro
Swaying as the sun shrugs lower in the sky
Vast endless sky blue
Lazily white clouds float in the blueness
Deep green coniferous trees 
Bare brown trees tipped with the green possibility of spring
Express the whispers of the wind
Sitting still
Feebly searching to word the wordless
Trying to grasp what never can be held 
In stillness behold