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Just So

Image shows a rippling sunlit pool of water surrounded by rocks and ferns.

I started as expected.
The Way
it is done.
Eyes closed.
Hands folded just so.
Then I felt my bones
pressing into the stone seat.
A blade of grass
Tickled my foot.

My eyes opened.
I watched bees gather
at the waters edge
to share a drink
and talk of sweetest flowers.

Two butterflies dared each other
on invisible currents.

Bird landed,
flitted
and chirped.

A rock leaned over to talk
to a tree.

Tree curve echoed
the curve of the creek.

And I knew.

It is every bit as much a prayer,
being part of things as they unfold,
As to sit.
As expected.
The Way
it is done.
Eyes closed.
Hands folded just so.

~AMS 16 Aug 17

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