a gratuitous expression of glory
early this morning, maybe 35 minutes
before the Sun crested the eastern horizon,
I went outside for my daily meditation,
as I sat in my chair,
I started to concentrate on the careful recitation of passages
gleaned from seekers over the centuries,
they who have done their best to distill
what our journey here on Earth should be about,
as I recite to myself,
I lift up my eyes into the open sky above me,
encircled by the embracing forest
that surrounds the home we have created,
above, clouds create an ethereal magnificence
with their casual expression of self and beauty,
wispy, detailed, intricate, quietly morphing, ephemeral,
clouds often create recognizable simple shapes,
today I recognized a complexity of gratuitous beauty,
every moment has within it such glory
that I too rarely notice and appreciate,
the artist within every moment
creates and off-handedly shares a deep beauty,
revealed in a moment, and then it's gone,
I want to notice,
I want to remember,
today I did,
I appreciated the grace
into which I can lift myself
if I but notice,
acknowledge,
celebrate.
by Henry H. Walker
October 13, ‘26
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