Wild Thanks Givings
Poems of thanks giving, of praise and
gratitude deposit small pools
throughout the heart. These little
pools of quenched thirst, of eased
longings, of comforted sorrows and
more than that, the ratcheting down of
the hundred thousand aches and pains,
these small pools of praise open the
windows, the curtains, shutters to life
not yet lived, waiting, hoping for that
impetuous embrace that unlocked,
unclenched, undisturbed bed of
joy, celebration,
savour
of moments
piled upon moments, that pure liquid
ecstasy of the body, the scent
taste, touch, the cascading sounds
the wonder of trees
cradling the sky, of water
feeding earth, its own hundred
thousand movements, its charting of
terrain and currents and shorelines,
its counter to sky, its resistance to
moon, its million glittering points of
reflected, dancing gratitude to the
sun of all being, to light and blue
and wind of the spirit.
There it is –
a cascade of living animals and
strange beings, of shifting realities
and emotions, a kaleidoscopic waltz
of sensation and opening hearts – the gift.
11.29.2013 ©Gyllian Davies
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