Summers Abundance

Maybe its the Swainson’s thrush

brushing streaks of gold

into the silence of my minds forest,

still sparkling at midnight

Maybe its the scent of strawberry juice

Stained on my fingers as I crouch low to earth

Picking plump red from shades of green stainglassing my hearts cathedral,

still singing praise in the afternoon

Or maybe its the rainbow of edible flowers lovingly selected by my dear one pressed into my hand, encouraging me to ingest the colors of vitality,

graffitiing joy all over my bones in the early morning

Maybe its the slow walk with greying Shepards padding the compressed path under our feet of many walks before and many yet to come

parting summer meadows, sensing infinite time inside each fleeting step

Sensing how only unbounded LOVE is both infinite and fleeting

Maybe it’s the mural of floral textiles, green shapes and textures of vegetables, leaves, pods, tendrils, vines, shoots painted over this hillside we tend together

Spilling over our gratitude up into giant evergreens, firs, cedars

Oh What is the measure of this life’s AbunDANCE?

oh how it plays on my instruments of awareness—

in color-streams,

sound-healings,

song-scapes ,

cocreative-stimulation,

somatic-soul swirlings

oh how the DANCE of sacred diversity lives in the all-of-it—

a complexity beyond my understanding—

yet intimately inside the body

of me & you & treebeings

Inside all just the same, yet each uniquely

an expression & experience of divine reciprocity

May Abundance here remind us

We are never dancing this life alone

We are each a precious part of this wondrous whirl of Life