Banks of San Lorenzo

It is warm outside

and the bees are buzzing

dragonflies know the glory

of floating electric blue

across leaves

and into eternal space

eternal time

time is not known in the same way

alonng the bank of the San Lorenzo

the trees move to their own motion

and the birds cavort and play according to no mans schedule

the wind chimes that we have hung

play their song, whilst homes along the shore lie empty

dogs play master

awaiting the return of their families

and children somewhere are laughing

playing

joyful

in tune with the timing and the song of the water

and the laughter of the air

freed to play

to immerse 

to be

in the timeless time of now

away from restriction and form

simply resting in the divine structure 

of earth

and plant

the curl of a jasmine vine

and the trunk of a massive oak

and here in this space

we only have to keep pace

with our heart beats

and the frogs call and the morning doves

song

and hearts stretch unbelieveably wide

open

open open

all of the way

to drink in the nectar of the cosmos

to dance to the union of the whole

expressed as the one

in this eternal moment

the now

of the Heart Song

come home

along the banks of the San Lorenzo

green and true