Meditative Walk

Tiny crawling bugs interrupt my garden meditation
and I am reminded that life is wild,
transgressive, and sometimes tickles my senses.

Exploring confidently under my shirt,
the gnat seeks softness and warmth,
close to my heart.

See the life -- weeds --
grow through gravel and stone,
beauty in their scalloped edges,
delicate leaves reaching out.

How often do we reject beauty underfoot because it is too easily grown?
Floating milkweed drops to earth.
Learn to love what you are given.

If you can love the bugs and weeds and pollen,
you are beginning to see.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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