Grateful on a Sunday morning

2 poems and a ramble

opening poem: grateful for you

looking at the moon   

grateful for my eyes 

listening to morning birdsong   

grateful for my ears

feeling the breeze caress my cheek

grateful for my skin

drinking morning tea 

grateful for my tastebuds

meandering in the garden

grateful for the earth beneath my feet 

smelling the fiddlewood blossoms

grateful for my nose

feeling melancholy and thinking of a better future 

grateful for my imagination 

missing my mother and father

grateful for the love that allows such loss

meditating to calm my racing thoughts

grateful for my mind

sitting and watching my breathing  

grateful for my breath 

smiling while writing this poem

grateful for you

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a ramble: thinking about gratitude

i have been thinking about gratitude/what it means to be human/and grateful/then/the compassionate one/her welcoming space between the breaths/leaned over/as if compassion has a body/knowing full well/that time/some times/stands still/call it hope/finally she whispered/kindly insistently/the truth/is not/what you think/it is/then there is the story/the butterfly dreaming/ she is human/this business of being/human/each day a covenant with the day before/i know this/i walk with the bones of my ancestors/i can not recall/their names/but i see you/with their eyes/and their broken hearts/still i remember/jane’s blue eyes/the first time we met/a dream/then there is the other dream/the one where i dream i am dreaming/the one/where i am dead/watching me dream/dreaming death/now i am alive/a brief interlude in eternity/recently arrived/ask the moon/soon long gone/ask the sun/now/just sitting here/soft welcoming rain/raja barking at the window/jane sleeping in the bedroom/dreaming this moment/dreaming this breath/aaah this breath/such a gift of love/such kindness/now/i think i am /feeling grateful 

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closing poem:

grateful for this day

now is all there is

all there is ….is now

we are all living in this now

now is a timeless miracle

you and i did not create it 

creation created now

now we are all breathing  

breathing in the now 

breathing here   breathing now 

 breathing now is so precious 

no single breath is guaranteed

each breath gives birth to the next 

this day is an extraordinary gift

no other day exists

 i breathe now

grateful for this day