snow on tree branches calls out
clinging yet without extending effort
bouncing with a weight defying measure
and in this simple act of being
I am seeing my mind
unfettered and free,
aware of the path and my ability
to return each time attachment
and longing pulls me into ego traps-
the paralysis stumps me
the seeing mind trumps me
the being mind waits for me
suddenly the smallest of gusts
arrives and clears several branches
and a silent and serene storm sways
into morning's first light and as these
tiny delights awaken me, I think
"Oh my goodness I get to see this-
Everyone, LOOK!"
and the truth is we all get to see
we can really see it so much that
these moments of insight tuck right
inside of us forever-
dwelling within, helping to soften
all that feels daunting and terrible
into a more balanced world
one that invites us to witness
the wonder and the joy
please sit and look at the branches
and tell me something different