My Reflections Reflecting Myself
by Wendy Sparling
While the sun bid me good morning, wavelets
playfully caressed the shoreline like fingers
scaling musical keyboards, until the sun
broke fully through the monotonous night.
Ocean scents mingled with my presence
as the sun bathed my body with shadows
stretching across the taupe sandbar and
over water polished pebble stones.
Beyond the horizon a bird sang sweetly,
saturating my ears with boundless joy,
as the sea reflected a vivid path of fiery
wings flying towards my open hand.
Marveling at this unexpected visit,
I realized my tranquil mood heightened
as the Bird of Paradise peered at his
reflection in my eyes, and my perception
of complete BEING enveloped me.
Gazing upon my reflections reflecting myself,
infinity reflected my ONENESS.
08/20/2009