samadhi

what of the things that surround us. . .
textures of cotton or hemp, silks or stone
colors azure bold or softly veiled
scents timeless & traveled
tapped in, wired in
candles illuminating our path or
corners shadowed & unknown . .
what we see. . . we become
step to the side of the ordinary, touch the extraordinary
see what has lied there alone & covered by earth & leaves
kicked aside as if some gypsy's dream
blink
focus
shed those garments that weigh your shine down
pick up a scent of a new path . . and follow with trust & possibility
we become what we know . .
so know deeply
see differently
trust your steps
listen to all the shades of gray . .
and with your voice raised to the clouds :
risk