After...noon...

Many weekends are filled with activity - visitors, events, projects, travel. But once in a while, a weekend day comes around that allows for true rest and relaxation. Such opportunities I savor with all my senses. Even in the backyard quiet, there is still activity...but of a very different kind! I offer this poem to give you a mind-vacation. It will only take a minute. Allow yourself to feel, sense, hear, see, breathe and savor the moment. Are you ready? Take a deep breath, and read...

AFTER...NOON...

In the softness of the warm afternoon, the gentle
breeze plays my skin tenderly, caressing
hair, blown kisses, tickling and feathering.

In the darkness of the sun hidden, all is dull
and blended, somber; 'til it's once again
brilliance emerges, defining the shadows.

In the air, flying with or against the life-force, a
butterfly darts, a wasp weaves undaunted; but
a leaf floats or soars, carried with power.

In the delight of the chuckling stream, there is no
stillness, ever-moving onward; constant flow
and motion, all in and within changing.

In this life there is no true still point, no true
silence, no true solitude; all is doing, being, all
is active, happening; creating, birthing, dying.

In the softness of the warm afternoon, the gentle
breeze whispers in my ear tenderly, calming
my heart, loving messages to breathe and be.