Flowers are perfect oracles. That which they teach
Is the nature of beauty conceived of the soul.
They exist with a consciousness not knowing why
Other creatures take notice and identify
Them as fully responsive to what makes them whole.
They can sense our attention regardless of speech.
Everything is connected. There is no real space.
The illusion of distance is for us to learn
How to see the reflection of all in the one.
As I come to appreciate that, I’ve begun
A new cycle of Thanksgiving with no concern
For what seems out of order or in a bad place.
Many things come to mind and much more through my heart
On this day I made wonderful by letting go
Of the past and the future. I’m grateful for now
Which is all that exists, and the grace I allow
Through the free choice of feeling will faithfully flow.
Thankful I am for knowing that I’m not apart.
Yet, apart from tradition, life happens each day.
Every new dawn recycles and presents a new
World of life to be grateful for. I am at ease
With the things that most matter. To focus on these
Is the wisest decision that I will come to.
Bounteously becoming I’ll take as my way.