A day like no other came Sunday.
Though every day, sunrise to sunset,
Carries a fullness of its own: some cold and overcast, others humid and hot, a mix of too little or too much.
But the weather blessed this day with quiet calm,
Inviting a letting go.
A breeze cooled the skin
And with close attention
My mind
Untied from the wharf’s cleat of doing,
Drifted in pools of acceptance.
Distant sounds made no impact.
The moments though many felt like one.
A perfect moment, raising no thought of an end,
A fullness bordering on weightlessness,
An emptiness where nothing is missing.
Sunlight warmed the backyard.
Birds took a siesta.
Miles forgot chasing squirrels.
And I sat dwelling on enough, how long, and what comes next.
Emotions rippled streams of consciousness, bobbing anxiety,
Anger at unjust loss,
worry about control, and self importance, stirred by storms without and within.
So much unresolved tension
Uncertain successes and fear of failure,
Leave a foreboding sense
time will let me sink incomplete.
So much, then to be done. So many concerns.
But the moment begged frustrating
expectations
to loosen their grip.
And with gentle persistence recited a prayer
Called enough.
The blessing soothed worries
over things done, and not done,
The nebulous and ill considered.
Cleansing air surfaced hopes of rebirth around me. A gift of time without counting.
A reverie spread through the evening air
Silently enchanting a sad heart,
Like the scent of baked bread,
Rising quietly, the aroma awakening
the nose to partial knowing.
Expectations exhaust thinking.
Worry churns discontent.
Mind chases wind without intervention.
But Sunday’s unexpected gift
should not be forgotten in the colorful bows, glitter, and hand wrapped signs of
human desire.
May I celebrate forgiving my cravings and learn the meaning of enough.
With a peace beyond my understanding,
Worthy of evening’s need for thanksgiving.
THH
8/10/24
Thoughts Have Hands 