One aspect of Peace
is a dark and cloudy day on the Harbour,
with the fog not quite hiding
a glimpse of Eternity
just beyond the Mackerel Islands,
with the chilling westerly breeze
seducing the pines with a whisper.
One aspect of Peace
is the bird tracks
across the lap of the Buddha
sitting in my south garden,
and the scattering of sunflower seed husks
creating a winter Rorschach
on the snow beneath the feeder.
One aspect of Peace
is the persistence of my beagle
reminding me that it is time...
time to walk, time to explore,
time to revel in the magical world
where time and illusion are suspended,
and we walk in the underlying Reality.
One aspect of Peace
is the knowledge that,
in a Universe of infinite possibilities,
all outcomes are available,
and sometimes it takes
the determination of my dog
to sense the Path through Now.
