Saturday, November 27, 2010


Image: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Touch the puff cloud sky
with child-wonderment.

Lick the raindrops
alit upon your lips.

Praise the miracle moment
that begot you.

“Do you know why you
were given a sweet voice?”

asks Nuthatch.

Do you know why you
are capable of delicate touch?”

asks Wind.

“So that you can say

‘Thank you,’

embody gratitude as a
daily act of reciprocity
for the air you breathe.”

Butterfly, flower nectaring,
knew the answer.

Feel molding leaves under the arch
of your foot.

Tell the coarse oak bark how
beautiful it is using at least
100 words.

Why should Living
be anything less
than Love Making?

Taste the delicious tears
of Truth.

© 2010-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" (

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