Beautiful things

 

It takes a second to pause

To be able to realise and see

That no matter where I am

There are beautiful things around me

A dragonfly sits in my crepe myrtle tree

Practically masked

Wings that mimic crystal

A torso that resembles coloured glass

For a second, I don’t know that he is there

Appearing as though he is both flying and sleeping 

In mid air

 

I find a quiet bench to meditate on in a shopping mall

In the middle of a storm

A man invites me to rest in his shop

Not with any other agenda

Than to kindly provide shelter

That is comfortable and warm

 

I look up at the trees

That are hundreds of years old

They stand with quiet pride and grace

Their presence alone— allows magic to unfold

 

A friend helps another

When they know their mate is in pain

Despite their own struggles and hardship

Their journeys are different —yet are one in the same

 

A dog wags its tail

And rolls around in the dirt

Not worrying about ego or status

Or whether or not they will fail or get hurt

 

The sun sets across the ocean

The waves sparkle as the tides goes back out the other way

A visual metaphor

That although things change— and are uncertain 

We are grateful to have experienced today

 

These beautiful things around us

Are ever present and near

Just take a breath and look around

And remember you are here