I’ve become deliciously mindful lately,
Pausing often to honor scenes such as these,
Found literally in my own backyard.
A visual meditation, if you will,
That encourages me to breathe in deliberately,
Asks me to listen to my heart intently,
And offers an opportunity to be grateful–
For the fleeting kaleidoscopic tapestry
That replaces the landscape each returning autumn;
For the clean, crisp October air
That hastens a deep awakening;
For the magical way the world becomes a poem
With no words.
It is a gift with wings,
A venerable reminder that no matter the weave beneath my life’s pattern
I am part of this earth, these trees, such skies
Born of the water and soil that begets this seasonal fire
Fueled by the winds of awareness
Lifting me to freedom in an instant of knowing
How lucky I am–we all are
Simply to be alive.