Looking out at the world
faces fresh from winter’s hold
Bodies move in unison
all hurrying here and there
Each one’s destination more
important than the next.
From high above, the pattern
below shifting shape and form
A sea of tiny dark specks
moving to and fro- designs
like a kaleidoscope fill the
panoramic view and time
stands still as each weave
around and through neighbor’s gate.
Looking up from the great below
towering shapes stretch heavenward
Blade of grass becomes an ancient
tree of time immeasurable
Drop of rain stretches outward
as vast ocean spanning
concrete connecting grassy shore to shore
Sound of hustle and bustle
deafening in a thunderous vibration
Sky becomes a pin point of
destiny’s desire and all
around me the winds of movement
carry me from place to place.
I walk out from the safety of
my view of observation
Out, once again to join
in the pace and hurry of
destination.
I reclaim my place within the
breadth and depth of life’s experience.
But now, I have greater understanding
and deeper roots to what surrounds.
I see now all that observes and provides
unseen support as I look out
at the world.
The Magickal Pen 