Littleness.
Connecting with sky above and earth
below,
eyes unfocused, I breathe in to relax
slowly
and regard with mindfulness all that
growing
at my feet which seems deliberately
flowing
toward some mystical shape-shifting
whole
momentum with inbuilt direction all
its own.
Grass blades creak, restless leaves
blow.
Blooms alter hue as seasons change
coats.
Soil heaves with action underneath
my nose.
Busyness continues in all miniscule
burrows.
I watch while slow gait locomotion
unfolds.
and as Tiny changes nature\'s great
poem
meditation on littleness delights my
soul.