unfolding

unfolding

here i sit

in a total awe like wonder

of this moment

i sense

and i am conscious

of the coming season

my spiritual spring

anew

listen to the voices of the children

playing

laughing

as it dances across the meadows to greet my ears

with it’s reminiscent glee

and i remember me

when i too was a child

a child of wonder

and i wonder

where has that child gone

i look in the distant

and i still see the snow capped mountains

and the fountains

are opening

to pour forth their graceful transformance

from snow to streams

to thought from dreams

i embrace this moment

and i listen to what ever may come my way

i hear the birds chirping

singing

comingling

with life

and that old boy in me

remembers as well

the stories birds can tell

of joy in me

and i taste

and embrace

and welcome it

are the birds calling to me

to become aware

yes they are

and in the not too far field

i see a family of partridge

scratching the surface

which is now semi thawed

and in this wonderful awed presence

i realize i am present

as i observe their hunt for breakfast

seeking the grub worm

who has ventured too close

to the surface of mother

in it’s quest to feel the warmth of the sun

and in this slight window of epiphany

i feel the one

the vibration of  being

peeking through me

and i am too seeing

me

there is a non-jaded sense of my humanity

humility

civility

virility

floating to the landscape of my skin

and i am vibrating  within

to my without

and with no residual doubt

i am thankful

to just sit here

in a total awe like wonder

of this moment

watching the scent of spring

unfold

in to my consciousness

unfolding

© 23 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.