Presence (II)

As I sit
And look,
The world is moving around me.

A glassy sky
Slides easily across mountains,
Stirring the light, and
I am inundated
By the eddies and currents
Of fluid firmament
On its way to everywhere.

Grass ripples
And sways in an elegant dance
For miles,
Reveling in the glory of living.

The world moves and lives
And saturates me with
Serenity.

Presence (I)

Soft earth my cushion,
Sitting against a firm tree.
Grasses dance in the field.

Breeze runs fingers through my hair,
Lazily toys with the mill nearby.
The sun wraps me in warmth.

Luminous clouds migrate,
Shadowing acres as they pass.
Mountains can't fence them in.

Presence fills all 'round,
Stirs my core to pure joy.
Stones needn't speak.

To Stray

Shoes hit pavement echoes round
Lone pilgrim wandering through
Streets pressing with silent empty

Birdsong through cotton mist
Siren's song in dimming light
Draws beckons urges lures

Compulsive overcomes qualms if barely
Pressing into unknown realm
Guided only by gleaming note

Futher stranger further into
Tangles branches moss webs hanging
Obscuring thread which leads somewhere

Nowhere here nothing hear
Sound gone rushing noise
Twisting sliding falling grasping

Blue bath of light now
Circle of earth walls surround
Stillness calm and serene yet
Wrong and needles to heart and mind
Alluring yet not without feeling
Caught or already soon fettered