Everyday Heaven – Snubsta

All that’s left to do

All of usare thrown into this lifewe didn’t ask forbut want to keep. So we learn(finally and perhaps)that all that’s left to dois love.

Dandelion clock

What ifeverythingimportantis foundin thedandelionclockthe momentbeforethe windblows?

The starflower

The starflower blooms in the forest.You might walk on by—but if you do,you’ll never know love is everywhere,even in the darkest of places.

Angels

Dandelion seedslike angelsin the sun. We might notalways see itbut the truth isevery seedand every leafpossesses thisheavenly glow.

The thing about spring flowers

The thing about spring flowersafter a winter turned insideis they capture youso, for a second,you lose your selfand find the world anew.

Love shows its face when you least expect.Such as when you find a beetle on its back,legs striving to reach the home of soil,and you gently nudge it right-side up.No chocolates, no flowers. Just striving in the dirtand knowing what being is.

Humility

What ifwe saw the worldthrough the eyes of the world,if we saw what’s best for the worldis best for us,if we allowed ourselvesto be smaller, to be nobody,to be a walk-on partin the world’s lovely play?

Consume

Down deep in the dirt,the soil browning my palmsand filling my nails. I might decide to eat lunchwithout washing my handsso as to consume the universe.

Amid

When the rain stops and the sunshines I step outside and countthe sprouting seeds amid therotting leaves—and fall in love.

All

All I want is what I got. The warm smellof yesterday’s grassThe birds singing.A fly. All I got is what I want.

Can we?

Can we consider it an honourwhen the phoebe choosesto build a nest under our deck?Can we be a place of safetyand of love? Can we live togetherin this land called home,under the same April sun? Can we be good?

Animated

Often it’s enough to watchthe wind-waved boughsand see life in every cell.

Forgetting, remembering

How easily I forgetyou are everythingand everything is youand all is well.

Big love

Wait long enough,watch hard enough,lose your self,find another self—in the wholeloveness of it all.

Held

What if everything is heldin the silent spruceand the wren that arrivesfrom the east?

The sparrow will sing

Soon it will be summerand the sparrow will sing.It knows, however, the gapbetween the notesis where the music is born.

His ancient song

On this still morningthe chickadee calls home,his ancient songas usual as the sunrise.

Mirrors

What, asked Bird, if we are simply mirrorsreflecting the wholeness of the world?

It just works

One day you’ll learn, said Bird,the world works perfectly just as it is.All you need do is play your part.

Circle of life

Don’t be afraid of the wolvesthat howl over the lakefor they eat the deerthat eat your Hostas.

The dead are smiling

There’s a cemetery in Pariswhere they don’t cut the grass,vines twist free and flowerssway over mossy stones.I like to think the dead are smilingwith so much life around them.