One night. . .
I nearly stumbled on the stars at my feet
A rising tide of heady scent from the jasmine petals
Bright as new born suns on the milky path
Their magic blazing in the night
My head reeled.
One day. . .
I looked up and wondered
How can the ocean be in the clouds?
Lifting foamy white tops
Frozen in mid-curl by the cold stratosphere
The wind holds my breath
While I contemplate the quiet crash of this cloudy surf.
These are everyday blessings.
May I be awake to them