tapping on the window . . .

tapping on the window

the little child

stood at the window

peering in

leering at the still sleeping one

while tapping

tapping

on the window pane

reminding of our pain

in our sleeping consciousness

beckoning soul

to open it’s eyes

the Sun was out

it was time to play

the Gardens were filled

with smiling flowers

reaching for their Joy

embodied in the life

of this day

and in reverent gratitude

they imparted their fragrance

that they may enhance life

and all who would breath in

their attitude of Bliss

yes, there were Butterflies dancing

prancing

enhancing the visuals

of the wonder

this day

and we are sleeping

holding on to some dream

that seems somehow

to seduce our expectations

to lie in stillness

and will less

for that which is grande

the Bees were collecting the Honey

that we may taste of the sweetness

life affords

those who would come to it

and play in the garden

with ardent purpose

to partake of the ambrosiatic flavors

and taste the moment

wasted in the ether of illusionary dreams

all life is calling forth

from East to West

South to North

know that Life and Creation

is in need of your Presence

for you my Brother

my Sister

are the Present

wrapped in the Ribbons of Love

yes,

You are the Present unto thy self

awaken this day

come out and play

with the Child

who is tapping on your window

tapping on the window

© 25 May 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.