Beauty rich

Beauty rich

Touching a wordless depth of being
It is the simplicity in life
Which is most beautiful;
Cat curled on a cushion,
View from my window on this
Pale November morning,
The great arc of sky,
Chimney smoke snaking.
At the hanging feeder; small birds,
Pigeon perched, awaiting
The window sill scattering,

The few remaining leaves
On the uppermost branches of
The ancient pear tree shiver.
Breath rises, falls,
Soft current of life receiving, drawing in,
All is alive and precious.
To sit and rest and feel and breathe,
Gather an essence of
Peacefulness, then
Take it out into the day
A silent offering.

You may need to stop, slow down
Learn again the art of looking,
Of listening, of stillness,
Make a place for the beautiful
To enter and live.
You too; even when life
By necessity is busy, brimming full,
Can step off the wheel,
Find some space, begin to carve
Your own precious life
Beauty rich.