Turning on the Water
Water comes from high mountain sources. Water runs deep in the Earth. Miraculously, water comes to us and sustains all life. My gratitude is filled to the brim. ~Thich Nhat Hanh meditation poem from “Present Moment, Wonderful Moment”
So wonderful to relax in hot water. Heat seeping into tissues, helping ease, then release tension. Water inside grateful to the water outside for this simple, miraculous gift of well-being.
Next morning the bath water is pumped into buckets and transported out back where thirsty seeds, buds, blossoms and blooms await, patiently. Water that cleansed and restored me continues its endless cycle. As I stare into bright peddles, beholding beauty in sunlight, they seem to know me. I bow. The one who bows and the one who is bowed to both by nature are empty of separate selves. At this moment of inter-being communication between flowers and me is perfect. Sweet flower fresh moment. Deja Vu all over again.