abundance

Colorless

The stretch of grass
Once lush and green
is now stunted
and colorless.

Another bright summer
has past and the
Bountiful harvest
has been plucked out.
The earth’s gifts
enjoyed by both
young and old.
Their mouths
hungrily gobbled up
the bounty.
And now the ground
is bare, colorless
Still with no life.

In spring the
new sprout shows there is
No death, no end
Just a new beginning.
An opportunity to embark
On a journey of inner knowing,
Inner peace, inner stillness.
Uttering hints at what may come to be.

Inspired by Walt Whitman “A Child Said, What is the Grass?”
abundance

The sea glass

The sea glass is a buried treasure
washed to and fro.
The water ground down its 
edges and smoothed
its shards.

But it is an offering.
A reminder
that it outlived its 
original purpose and is anew.

Was it thoughtlessly discarded
or washed away in a 
blink of an eye?
The incoming tide does that
sometimes.
Washing away my sandals,
the bucket and shovel
If I lose sight and forget
nature's force 
for just a minute 
is all it takes.

Now this glass is anew.
A new purpose.
A treasure.

It's opaque and thick
I can't see through it
But I can hold it
Move it from hand to hand
Tighten and loosen my grip

It has traveled and seen
depths unknown to me
Except in my imagination.

I turn inward and out
like a labyrinth trail
Like the glass washed over
with sand until it
and I are polished
Anew.  A clean slate.
A new beginning.  A new
discovery where there are
no more limits.

That's how I seize today.
Carpe Diem and new moon intentions
A belief that endless possibilities lie ahead
Once I've done the inner work.
Outside circumstances
may have shifted in parallel time and space
But I am steady and still

Even if I don't move from this very spot
The earth has shifted and traveled
unbeknownst to my beating heart and
busy mind.  I have traveled, 
seen and loved, 
and discovered new shapes 
and stories about myself.