Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches.
Emerging from tepals, I simply listen to the birds’ morning songs before the wakening and bustle of the world in which we both belong, before the sun itself beats its rays down; thank you, Lord, for the gradual transitions and living Psalms.
Across the street from the ocean, I reside, at my everyday disposal are the almighty tides, the aquahorizon with no opposite end that blends with the sky, no greater reminder of the bigger picture beyond this life, and it does indeed soul-energize, but I’ve always known the humility of how insignificant we are: I seek instead the intimate inner warmth I find crouched among the non-garden flowers inspecting the finest details neglected and trodden, and through my lens and art, I depict how they feed my heart, shared roots and seeds organically free yet universally tied, turning our faces peacefully to the shared light, the Higher Power who sculpted us both, all, with intention and without society-judged flaws, precision in individuality, every living piece lovingly kneaded, and when the rays find and kiss petals, this is the beauty that stills me breathless, to see in crafted detail the miracles of His Creation and how love was meant to prevail in every season.
Destination to nowhere, traversing on foot, no longer running away, just enjoying the non-route and what blooms from roots wildly seeded and the textures of the season and infinite skies ever shape-shifting like my thoughts and the way I get lost far away in them. Dusk hushes. Frogs belt out. Alert for bears and human predators, I turn toward home and the portal of color gradually closes. My feet return to pavement, having being lowered back to reality which, these days, is equally rewarding. Outside in the mornings and in the evenings, essential to my emotional well-being. I can’t imagine not being gifted this amazing, tranquil creation. Thank you, Lord, for the free and natural cure-all medication. In my backyard, beneath the stars, I continue my wandering contemplations…
How can the same patch of land be so ever-changing?
How many more potential bad days can Mother Nature keep preventing?
How is it that I am the only onebearing witness to so much magicon a daily basis?
How much longer can the toad’s eyekeep me entranced? And the intricate details in the anatomy of insects?
How much time has passed in that outside world while I sit among the birdsand squirrels?
How is it that nonhuman friendshave become so underrated? And introverts given such a hard timefor avoiding socialization?
My colleagues are ordering their second round of drinks. I confirm with the waiter, “Just water for me.” Torturous are the hours I prove I’m not an island! (What’s a few white lies to protect my safe-haven?)
A dragonfly stops by to wink at me, shows off how he can fly away so freely into the breeze…
The conversation continues. I do not join in. Release me back into the wild where I fit in…