Untitled (aka Hippie Poem #3 or 4.18.06)

Sitting outside sensing;
my body is motionless
yet my mind is at work
dancing through nature.

Trees watch with their knotted-eyes
idly observing everything
true in their world.

Three bees perform an aerial ballet:
perfectly orchestrated.

I sit in silenced amazement
As Lennon tells me great truths
― Do the Oz! Do the Oz!
Surreal and real merge yielding:
NOW!

Birds are speaking
in a silent soliloquy of motion-
as others roguely fly in equal beauty
that can only be recreated
in the fantasy of childhood.

Is there anything truer
in beauty or innocence
than a spring Athens day—
full of emerging life—
and the utopia of a youthful mind?

Blossoms fall like snow;
coalescing in chaotic elegance.
I prefer this snow
to its cold-weather brethren,
just as I favor the life of spring
to the prolonged death of winter.

Now to share the most obvious truth
that no one will ever say:
― Nature’s life is the same within
as it is with out. And the new
life of a blossoming flower
yields as much joy as a new-born babe.

Flower: children
life: love.

There is a precision in nature
that man can only fail to recreate.