The Pressure of Discovery

Each form of  life has its own beat.
Watching birds in flight I almost soar with them.
As my cat stretches it calms me.
 Through our yard, a mongoose scurries
 my eyes hurry
to follow him disappear

Under the pressure of discovery his beat must be quick
as the cat peers after him lazily
his  languid fur  ruffles in the breeze.

This escape into their rythms becomes the
very substance of living.

The peace of dawn, or a sunset three steps from the freeway.

A dove flaps up to nestle beneath the rattling traffic.

Suzanne Delaney

Clear as Daylight and The Best of All Possible Worlds

Today to save on time because that is what governs our every waking moment,
I am linking you to my other blog, where I already posted these stories last month.

http://suzpaperdaze.blogspot.com/p/suzannes-poems-and-short-stories.html

Having...Doing.....Being

These three words were in my thoughts as I awoke this morning.
There is nothing more to life than this.