In mirrored eyes
grown far older
I see myself
again a little child…
a little child
playing on the rough edge
of the K.L. gold camp…
It’s early morning…
The singing language
of small birds
surrounds me…
Our garden is filled
with fragrant lilacs
and bright masses
of colourful flowers…
The rain has passed
leaving behind small pools
of cool, clear water…
I’m making little mudpies…
little magic mudpies
that feel so divine—
their earth and water atoms
dancing in my hands…
I feel an expanding joy
in the golden morning light…
My heart is wide open…
My eyes are wide open…
I’m aware…aware
within me and above me…
high above me
and all around me
the loving golden light
is everywhere streaming
awareness…
Awareness…
I am here and there
and everywhere
light at play
and a little child…
a lighthearted little child
playing with light
and earth and water
in golden moments
never truly lost…
Shelley Wilson
January 26, 2014
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