Life is bursting forward
on a summer breeze.

The birds are singing in the trees
and the flower-heads of tall grasses
wave to me from the hillside.

The sun has swooned once again in the sky,
as it makes its majestic dance across the heavens;
it still hangs there
providing a softer light
of the day,
that invites the people
out of their houses
to play in the summer sun
and gentle early evening breeze.

Everybody, bird and tree alike,
comes out to play
and to celebrate this day,
as life starts bursting forwards.

The tree's leaves shine in the sun's reflection
and the yellow breast of a small bird reflects the golden light.
Other birds fly and dance around a bit,
around their nestlings,

and far above it all
the eagle calls
and soars in his majesty
of clear blue skies--
that become the observer
of all that exists below
that radiant blueness.

Life cannot help bursting forward
because it is its nature to do so,
to find new pathways,
new voices of expression
of life,
of the texture
of the ever-changing colors
of our experience.

Love bent down to listen 
to what was in your heart, 
and found only good there
—that you wished to impart.

Love then became a rainbow 
that bridged the infinite sky, 
to bring to others all it had heard, 
so that joy could impart 
and share its voice 
along with all the other rainbow songs
—that are born of the same love.

Accompanied by the frog's singing chorus,
as the sun sets,
a glistening light appears in the sky.
It is the Evening Star.

Hardly visible at first,
as some light from the day remains,
it hovers in its patience and peacefulness
until the velvet night's deep blueness
allows its full light and beauty to be seen.

And there it stands alone, seemingly,
until universal night sky
brings into illumination
all of its brother and sister stars
that have been there all along,
just waiting for the deepening of night
to bring their presence forward
so that their light can also be seen.

There is a star in the heavens
for everyone
—that is everyone--
it is simply a matter of time
and deepening
for each light to be born
and seen
—and the chorus of frogs welcome their homecoming also.

The yellow butterfly
breaks free of her casing,
the cocoon of her former existence,
so that she can spread her golden-yellow wings
and feel the expanse of the air
beneath them,
and move here and there
in a greater joy
than she would of otherwise known.

And so her beauty and rapturous delight
can be seen by those
still standing in the sun
waiting to find their own "wings"
that they might also take flight.

Just stirring, looking to the light
of the sanctuary of Spirit within.

Just a flower stirring in the breeze,
looking to the whisperings in the sky
and the heart,
of love's grace.

Simply a flower
in her process of growth,
of flowering.

Just a flower resting in God.

The Sun illuminates you,
it kisses and love's you
because you are a part of its true nature

which is to shine
and to be within its love.

It has such love
that it instills life
in everything it touches
and helps it to grow,
to reach towards the light
so that its leaves can unfurl
and its smiling face
revealed
unto the Sun.

On a summer breeze I have traveled
with open wing
soaring through the blueness of Spirit light.

I touch the earth,
at times,
and feel its tender softness and experience
underfoot,

to only then be lifted again
into that place where I can soar
and feel the lightness,
touch the freedom,
that exists there,

as the summer sun shines upon me
and as love envelopes me
in such a way
that lets me be free
to sail upon the summer breeze.

Silver light glistening
upon the surface
of ocean waves,

touching, with softness,
the coolness beneath.

It appears as if it has always existed,
beyond the tide's course
and changing currents.

Its just silver light
existing
in all of its beauty
because its nature
is to do so,
to simply exist.

On this day
the sun is always shining.
The birds flock in the sky
and the grasshopper sings his song.

My feet rest up
from their long journey,
rejuvenated by the sun that shines upon them.

And my heart
listens to the songs of love
that move within me,
as I am simply
sitting here in the sun.