Bird Bath
Only this
matters: this ecstatic
baptism
this standing on stick-
thin legs where the singing
creek pools at the lip
of the waterfall
only this
ruby-feathered
chest diving to meet
its reflection
this beak piercing
again and again that quivering
surface, these wings half-
unfolding, a ruffle
of joy guiding rivers
of light a tumble
of droplets dressed
in rainbows along your hidden
spine
shattering all
decorum beneath
blue branches in quiet
assent. . .
US (1963 – ) Timeline
Taoist
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Gorgeous words of Zen poetry, Amira. Marvelous and look at the bird too good.
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Thank you so much dear Kamal! ❤
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Welcome always dear Amira
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I love watching birds take a bath! Great poem and wonderful photo Amira!
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Thank you Linda! Oh! We loved them too! There is such a contagious joy and zest in the simple pleasures of life! We have a humming bird that discovered our bird bath, and he is such a cutie, dancing around the water, while he bathes himself!!! ❤
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