A day like no other came Sunday.
Though every day, sunrise to sunset,
Bears a fullness : some cold and overcast,
others a dry see-through blue,
The weather blessed today,
Inviting a quiet letting go.
A perfect moment,
raised no thought of an end,
A fullness bordering on weightlessness,
An emptiness missing nothing.
A breeze cooled the skin
And my attention
Untied from the wharf’s cleat of doing,
let slip the rope of intention, to
drift in waters of acceptance.
Anxiety bobbed on the line then gave up,
Anger at unjust loss and self importance
floated down stream.
Worries of how long and what’s next fell
Asleep,
Moments though many, became one presence.
Sunlight warmed the backyard.
Birds took a siesta.
Miles forgot chasing squirrels.
And I dwelled with thoughts of enough,
Unresolved tensions and storms of experience once stirred a sense of foreboding,
The trickster plans to lead me into the deep
And let me sink incomplete.
Emotions rippled across streams of consciousness into a peaceful so what,
The tingle of anticipation lost its thrill and was reduced to peace without and within,
The moment begged frustrations loosen an unfriendly grip,
Stop fishing for more
And in gentle persistence recite a prayer:
It is enough.
The blessing soothed worries
over things done, left undone,
The nebulous and ill considered.
A cleansing breeze buoyed hopes of rebirth.
A time without counting.
Spread through the evening air
Silently enchanting a sad heart.
Worthy of this evening’s need for thanksgiving
A blessing of more than enough.
THH
8/13/24
Revised 9/10/24
Thoughts Have Hands 