It's All Perfect

Photo by Nikita Tikhomirov on Unsplash

We don’t ask the tree why it is where it is.

We may want it to be elsewhere, but we know

it is exactly where it needs to be.

We don’t say to the storm, why here and now,

if we understand it’s a part of a larger unfolding,

a symphony of being in time.

We don’t tell the river to change direction,

go back from whence it came. The water

simply flows to the ocean.

All arrive in the here and now playing their part

as perfectly as a rose at each stage of blooming

or the butterfly in each phase of its life cycle.

I am here. I am now. There is no other place,

no other way to be except this. All that arrives

in this moment is perfect exactly as it is.

© 2019 Joanne Young Elliott

Sounds on a Stormy Day

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Rain rattles the metal chimney

as trains sound their horns

in the distance.

Birds chatter quietly

to one another in trees

water dripping from leaves.

Thunder rolls in dark clouds

as planes fly over and

helicopters circle.

The wind rustles leaves

wakes the trees

from their silence.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott

Home

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Home is a place where you can breathe,

where you can hear yourself best.

Home is an opening in space and time

where you belong, where you relax.

Home is now. Home is a heartbeat,

a rhythm attuned to you.

Deep in the recesses of life

home is the place that finds you

after a long journey. You can’t make

someplace a home, it’s a feeling

of the heart and a wish

upon a light in a window.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott