the isness of small things, a poem

garden speaks through its flowers,
a dharma talk on cosmic truth, its syntax
is the rush of joy in different hues
written on the harmony of loam,
on sturdy leaves and gray rock,
…..an elemental symphony

webbed raiment as transient as foam, a
feral scent flirting with a lilting breeze,
sleepy stepping-stones along the path
and then the budding, the blooming, the
falling into decay, undisturbed by worldly
cares, a lively nirvana of prickly branches

and cherry trees, the wildish thorned
rose and the innocent daisy, palm fronds
and color spectrums, no burdens, just the
isness of small beings embracing the earth,
dancing in the sun, sleeping with the moon

© 2014, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

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