Photo and Painting by the author
each day completes itself when done with it,
a stretch to dream,
furthering lifetimes to breathe.
each midnight’s exquisite instant reposes
when personal power and internal dialogue fade,
when the sky, absent the eyes,
no longer need nourish the famished mind.
each day completes itself when done with it,
as the ringing of silence saturates with worthiness,
scatters seeds to illuminate,
and bearing the heart of a child
brimming with buoyancy, joy.
here within our lives
hearts may surrender
diving deeper into this space:
bumping into ourselves,
resolute inside the noise,
unbound inside the silence.