Every day is a miracle

A soft wind coming out

through the flying leaves on the road.

It’s always born anew by


the activity we do,

the thoughts we have,

the words we say.



Everything

changes


 as we act,

 as we think,

 as we say.

Right and restful

A big leaf

descending from the sky,

floating gently on the breeze.

Days unfold

with sweetness.

I hear you

A silent sky.

The season permeates. 

The calm of bright red and yellow light.

A beautiful position.

The sound of an evening bell.

.

.

.

I listen.

Like I listen to the most beloved person.