Sitting

written while sitting in Frank Day Park eating lunch.

Sitting.

August 2009

Robert Wise

 

Sitting at the labyrinth the breeze moves the flowers

like ripples on a multi-colored lake

a cerulean blue, jade green and black dragonfly skims the surface

overhead a yellow and black Monarch butterfly dances on the breeze

the song of the insects, the whispered rustle of leaves, the only sounds

as a Lazuli Bunting perches nearby, peaceful… serene…

I relax, free from the cares of the world…

I ponder the thoughts that drift across my mind

the circled path of the labyrinth lined with stones of remembrance

becomes smaller as the path winds toward the center

the center revealing the balance of  the labyrinth,

becoming centered leads to it’s balance, full circle

each stone a part of the circle  each experience a life stone

on this journey, written on the journal of my heart

things wished for but never bore fruit, hoped for… never to happen

thoughts sprouting like weeds after a Spring rain… this… a simple moment

yet so profound upon my heart… my simplest wish… to be loved

a love not based on looks, riches, but two hearts beating with one rhythm

two made one, the harmony playing love’s serenade

hand in hand, side by side, equal together each allowing the other to grow

strengthens the relationship… one heart… one love… one flesh…

stretching from my slumbering rest… the dream will have to wait…

life calls

work beckons

time to go.