Perchance have you ever blown bubbles?
Remember those soapy circular wands?
Dipped sloppily into the sudsy solution
then swiftly withdrawing the wand,
while pressing your lips tightly
as you gently blew and blew and blew some more
as bountiful bubbles filled the air.
But, let me ponder this morsel of
present moment experience -- of sitting in the cool shade.
Mighty trees awash in the sweet fragrance of pine fill your flaring nostrils,
and you are at the bottom of a twenty-foot cascading waterfall,
Watching bubble upon bubble rise atop the roiling waters
as they twist and swirl catching themselves flowing within
the boundaries of the ever-downward journey in the mountain stream.
No less, impactful to one's sense of time and space,
could certainly include being among the tall fronds of
beach grass, fully rooted in the depths of sand.
Dare I wonder, from where did these grains of weathered earth,
travel from to become this fertile beachline?
Gazing outward to the shore, as waves of green-blue waters roll-in,
pushed by a gentle breeze, tiny bubbles, countless in number,
pop soundlessly to the ear, all along my line of sight,
to simply release air trapped within.
Now imagine -
once bubbles, now air ... simply released,
unshackled floating back into the environment.
This moist air then rises and while heated by the sun
forming clouds, gathering more moisture into themselves
are being driven back into the far mountains --
to become raindropping once again from heavenly heights,
creating over and over the springs and streams to endlessly tumble
over the cascading waterfall --
creating bountiful bubbles once again.
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