Out the Window

OUT THE WINDOW Writing at table An ordinary day with nothing to do but dream A detachment (as so often happens) takes hazy form AND I’m casually out the window Sensing something extra out there Not mysterious A simple fact of existence Infiltrating of and through everything! The roses sense its presence color-up Birds fly through it because of it This presence making eyes of surroundings Pressing Inviting Becoming one Lifting Dancing the mind Enveloping shoulders heart Now it dusts my tiny room thrills the veins shimmers the hair As it looks back at me through my window “What is reality?” my pen is writing