Sharing anyway..

You are flying strong winds today
past second floor windows
and trees, that offer 
a little shelter.

Your fluttering life

and aerial display

Is art 
and your nature.

You are passing

in a moment of miracle.

Yes, 
you too!

And this arrival,

Always arriving..

Poets writing
what they do not speak, 

know 
as the heart opens,
nothing 
is ever truly lost.

A puriri berry falls
to the hollow chimney,

a dharma chime

in the soothing fragrance.

The alive emptiness

has offered a blessing, 

a song from the Great Heart:

Vajra Wisdom
Ocean of Bliss
Love.

Reaching In.
Reaching Out.

No difference.

Garudafire Poet Story 2012