Behold the mystery of the foliage that folds
itself upon this day.
The silent agriculture that listens cypress
without comment.
The wind is awakened turquoise, velvet breaths
establishing bliss in minutes, motionless.
I look back weighed down by bread and song
forgetting how to sing.
I am dazzled by books filled with psalms,
by hands that reach for me from Heaven.

I hear every note as if it was intrinsic,
calibrating every nuance, touching clouds and sky.

This day is a tremor of orange
a vista of sparkling champagne waves
a monument to dawn uncomplicated.

Behold the gold stars of dreams
the pearls diamond solitude
and coral wishes.

Behold the sea’s faithful eyelashes
the way her lips seek to touch the shore.

Behold the rose adorning the rain’s brow.
How the dusk red trembles on knees of light
consumed by a scarlet thirst of love.

Behold how bones unwind like wind,
how the rainbow arches graceful
and sighs with such coloured delight.

I am no longer divided, this day is ordained
it’s naked presence lifting everything to the sky.

Behold this day, it’s clarity of white truth,
its humble heart blue as an apple.

How all it asks is to be acknowledged.