Friday morning.
Cars rush by in front of the Temple. Trucks too. Out
here on the porch, I can guess the size of the vehicle from the volume and
texture of the sound. At this time
of day, they mostly head east on Pleasant Street – toward downtown. Like bees streaming out of the hive
toward a freshly found patch of flowers, each one seems full of purpose.
As I listen, it’s a mystery to me –
that each passenger in each vehicle is following something of great
importance. Their quick apprehension
in my ears is just a glimpse of a particular and unimaginably complex unfolding
of a human beingness.
Each life a whole universe – a
singular big bang – an inexplicable manifestation of matter out of nothingness. And each only here briefly. Each one on a journey to twinkle out of
existence.
Meanwhile the crab apple blossoms
float effortlessly like so many tiny white negligees hung out to dry.
The ground under the greening azalea is littered with purple petals.
The tip of my inspirational nose is
pleasantly cool in the fresh morning air.
Exquisite!
ReplyDeleteWe all think we head for importance; trying to evaluate what is really important is the greater challenge.
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