Orienting to Joy

The sun on my face

A tiny Buddha laughing

Nature becomes me

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  Nearby are my friends

Javalina and the cats

Nothing I must speak

*

My eyes become wells

The slow turning brings the sound

That delights my heart

*

 Sweet breeze enlivens

Another simple hearing

And I can exhale

 *

There is a stillness

That only I can welcome

When attending now

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The grasses quiver

Teacher of perfect movement

Somehow I can learn

*

Repetition comes

Waiting offers what will be

Maybe quite perfect

*

A desert canyon

Big enough to cradle me

Her life and her death

*

Eternal choir

Permissive to my dear soul

No separation

*

Shapes of creation

Blended with sublime color

Depths I will allow

 *

Intimacy found

Without shedding a single tear

A wish coming true

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A remembering

Of what is truth and safety

My evolution