Om-day

Beginning's End, Beginning

In the flow, rapid and slow

In the gaps, on the line-less

Space to down the feather

Comfort, gently caught in the

Breeze, tips brushing tiny

Moments of meaning, until

All evaporates and disperses 

Into cloudy and condencing,

Contracting and squeezing ...

Beginnings pouring out into

Boundary-less sky

Caught by gravity, pushed 

Down and pulled by 

destiny and desire filling 

Soil with essence, quenched,

Now flooded in pools

Splashed about by children 

In summer stripes and

Sun-suits, joy-splashers

Innocent and abundant...

More than complete, 

Spilling over in easy

Harmony, seen, absorbed

Delight in a corner smile 

Where another watches, 

Breathes and releases in-

To another life, in another

Moment, neither near or

Far, but close and certain

At end's beginning, 

Beginning ends.

~Meditations on a Sunday afternoon

 

 Cynthia Pittmann