clarity in the tiniest dew drop about to fall

tiny crystal balls with no future and no past only this moment  

this wild light within vibrantly beaming outward at one with darkness  

the essence of self reflected in a tiny drop of garden dew  

tiny melon sprout palms together, fingers straight gassho of no-mind  

sitting with anger– ugly vicious breathing thing beauty in the beast  

i walk to the garden gently bathing my bare feet in the morning dew  

soft yellow-green giving birth to white and pink mother’s day surprise  

timidly focused on what is in front of me and not behind me

beauty waits to be unfurled let it go

freckle-faced fair skin and sun-bleached blonde hair watson’s sweetheart

each petal unfolds opening up to the world with natural grace

awake now discover your true self in each moment

inner strength the threads by which i’ve hung my faith

tiny parachutes taking flight on a child’s breath land in fields of dreams

magic bowl energy pulsing, pounding ringing with clearness

humidity this air reminds me of home green hills and water

love unencumbered deeply rooted in our souls burst into bloom