Quiet peace
settles into this moment,
carrying the sensation of wisdom.
Waiting patiently,
offering the sharp clarity
of perception,
these small particles
are still sparkling,
even while evaporating
from leaves of grass.
Light glistening
from fresh morning dew.
The Holy Spirit streaming
from within my soul,
onto this page.
Like inner landscapes
being revealed.
Like language
being shaped.
Like words dreaming
of becoming poetry.
