Sometimes I must be blind to life itself,
And being deaf to reasoning
For me is no stranger.
My excuse is the pulse of existence so mercilessly fast,
And rules that seem to change every hour.
I swim in the river,
Paying attention to direction,
That’s when the view comes through
In times and places unexpected.
The shock, though subtle,
Is still strong.
Such is the time –
I’ve looked at this photo for years
Bothering my mind not,
And still I saw just branches and an occasional face.
It was when questioning came –
Of the fairness of reality,
Of the sense of trying hard,
That I saw them,
The runes of abundance.
Just trees they were,
And just trees I always seen in them
Yet when I needed to know it,
Their growing grace came through
With me least expecting it,
Filling my mind with knowing
And my spirit with feeling cared
For many a time.
Plentifulness is not always noticed,
But it is present,
Just like the earth keeps springing with life,
Unseen, uncared for by our ever-busy minds,
Yet it’s always pulsing in its own steady dance,
Ignoring my impatience
And short belief circuits failures.