A contemporary of all things modest and kind,
one that gathers a peaceful sense by listening,
and a smile emanating inside
Where a light shines in the dark,
and warm arms embrace,
and the sweetness of life upon the tongue,
is all that you taste
God not a promotion, another’s directive,
or a need during an emotion,
but an orientation, felt inside, as natural,
and not just a notion
Not a need to boast, staying still within myself,
knowing, and not changing, for anyone else
When the rise of the sun sees a smile on my face,
and the moon dances in my eyes
Fascinated with clouds passing by,
resting in quiet silence,
with satisfied sighs
Then I will lie in the meadows of green grasses,
and watch butterfly’s flit about
With the senses of calm,
and the feeling of no doubt