Traveler,
see the fog
draping the mountains,
Grandfather Cedar
black against
the morning sky?
See Sun and Moon
putting on their daily Sky-show?
We live in miracles,
Traveler,
you and I.
[Sproat Lake in February]
Do you see the waterfall
tumbling down the mountain,
the thousand rivers
rushing towards
the sea?
How is it we go about
our days
forgetting
the glorious gift
it is
simply to Be.
[swimmies in February!]
We're alive in
a land of miracles,
Traveler,
truly,
when we wake each morning
and open up our eyes
upon the thousand
ordinary beauties
life unfolds
against the backdrop
of the skies.
On this
once-only
never-to-be-repeated
ordinary
extraordinary day,
may our gazes fill
with unsuspecting wonder
that we're traveling
through such beauty
all the way.
