Where are you?

The fresh thought of wanting

The eagerness of eating an ice cream cone

Hastens arrival of summer

As if it can be done by magical gestures

I’m thinking of supernatural, the miraculous.

I will fold my hands

And sit still,  in silence.

 

There are those extraordinary hours

When you feel the approach of the beautiful

The moments when imagination is at its sharpest

When you see only clarity

Awe can be incomprehensible.

The ice cream is melting

The buds remain buried under the snow

I’m running very fast to catch reality

And tie it down.

Where are you?

Awe

You try to frame your beginnings and journey

Demolishing and picking up the ruins

Planting roots, building a ladder with vision of a summit,

A tapestry of new colors and threads

Then you see a swan rising from the waters

The white wings spreading wide as if without effort

The awe encompasses all you have learned

Simple, precise and complete

Forever transforming your soul.