This is no anniversary
Except it is my first day
Back in meditation
Oh yes, and the sun shines
In through my window
This then is the celebration
A time of presence
Formed by the muse of joy
As only morning sunlight
Is able to offer
Yesterday I read Tolstoy
As he talked of art
Of beauty, of love
Though not in an empowering way
Rather to dispute what others have said
I myself find
That art and love and beauty
Let alone nature
Fill my life with such wonder
That they offer a path to understanding
