The night sky always fills with a billion stars and the
Milky Way
The moon waxing, waning and carries in that fresh and
renewing tide
The vast world ocean seen from space, so tiny and blue
brings tears to the eyes
Sunrise following sunset all the days of our short but merry
little lives
Fresh breezes awaken under clearing skies beneath clean
ocean swells
Trout somehow wriggle in tiny streams at 9000 feet of
elevation
Snow-capped mountains irrigate endless undulating evergreen
forests
A night spent in its coolness exposes the beauty of the open
desert
An ancient, old-growth, climax woodland spreads its magic
silence
We walk as the earth rotates in its orbit about the sun as
it circles our moving galaxy
Truth expands at the speed of light in all directions with
no issuing center
Words and images surprise even the artist in their flow from
some hidden spring
Eureka inspiration instantaneously solves a long-considered
problem
The instinctual urge to love is nourished by the inborn need
to be cared for
Holy steaming volcano wreathed in glaciers noses toward the
heavens
Inner peace commences, brought on by a gentle rain, beneath
a sheltering roof
The entirety of the universe-wide life force echoes
fractally on this one small planet
The simple starkness of the limitless and eternal void
invisibly surrounds us
The blackness between the stars amid its vast silence
envelops our feeble shouts
Grand potency of giant storms coming ashore from far away,
places us in our context
The apple tree stands poised in true grace for days,
dropping silently spinning blossoms
Tiny streams of consciousness drain into the vast collective
unconscious sea
The helplessness expressed by the myriad companion infant
life forms entangles us
The wonder of all the microbial cosmos is seen within one
simple drop of pond water`
Those trillion separate living cells work together to form
one human being
A supreme, indolent adaptation is casually expressed by the
vanishing cats of the world
That wondrous black skin and colorless fur disappears right
along with the polar bear
The unnecessary gifts called language, culture and
self-contemplation amaze us
Waking up every morning, amazingly we find senses and
memories both still intact
Whales tail-sail in huge white-capped seas off the African
coast just for sport
A tiny shaded stream trickles in a canyon in the midst of
some pitiless desert
Dragonflies flicker on their prismatic latticed-winged
fairytale lifetime journeys of mere days
The blind good fortune sustains us through no fault of our
own
The mantra of the ocean is heard while meditating at a
distance from the shore
At last some may realize that they are unable to lose any
time, any more
We could be amazed by the rebirth of potential that comes
with each and every morning
An opportunity for quiet contemplation is afforded by the
lengthening shadows of the fall
A warm shower and feeling clean clothes when it’s been way
too long may be a rebirth
Lost sight is miraculously recovered looking through a pair
of inexpensive glasses
There is a wonder to formulas which can compute physical
phenomena such as gravity
I can even calculate the exact percent of the sun’s energy
as it strikes my nose
Life on earth continually re-flourishes despite repeated
mass extinctions
We totemize the phenomenal visual acuity of the magnificent
birds of prey
There is a sweet spot between the muggy heat of Venus and
the bitter dry cold on Mars
The power of mere mental images can spur so much human
action
The wolves move in so quietly to resettle their former habitats
With a profusion of languages we all strive to say exactly
the same things
The perfection expressed by the common house fly is revealed
upon closer inspection
Hummingbird flights become total ballet in ultra slow motion
photography
We join the apparent movement of long thunderclaps as they
rumble across the horizon
How very long these few very short years can seem to our
shortsighted consciousness
A billion separate raindrop prisms conjoin to form a perfect
single rainbow
Some of us thoughtlessly enjoy hot water, light, heat and a
gas cooking fire on demand
We strive to be totally spent and drained, yet full of a
hungry joy
Ice-capped mountains wrinkle up in the collision of vast and
thin crustal plates
Driving along at 60 miles per hour we can merely observe as
the world passes by
These brief sparks of self-awareness inside the boundless
blank that may be the void
