Celestrial watchers
and listeners filled
with the longing to be a part of the
oneness that flows with
the rhythm of the stars that fills the
void that the Sun leaves behind

Bringing in the night
Feeling the dark
Less humidity
More humility
Less resistance
Less stress

I am so wonderfully
unbusy
that I have nowhere
else to be except
where I am now

I was lying in my garden
Smelling like a rose
with tiny sprigs
of oregano tucked
behind my ears and
basil between my toes
And then little leaves of
cusbara came up and tickled me
And I was just thinking
this is sweet
a little paradise for the
olfactories of my nose