Poetry for Mindfulness, Presence and Gratitude.

When I have no expectations 

it all exceeds my wildest dreams.

 I do not think 

about what should be, 

I take my time, my own, 

not yours, or theirs 

but mine 

and nature’s simple moments 

of the divine. 

Like the air I breathe 

inspires to great action, 

yet easily surrenders, 

dies to give birth to the next, 

a single moment of awareness 

on the journey 

of unfolding. 

I am drawn like the honey bee 

to search for colour 

and sweetness, 

now awakened 

to the inter-connected magic 

that a flirtatious whisper can share. 

So I breathe, surrender 

sip sweet nectar, 

take my time, my own, 

not yours, or theirs 

but nature’s and mine.

 It all unfolds simply,

 inspired by the imperfect-perfection, 

gifts of presence,

nature

 and the divine. 

by Wayne Duckworth