Splendour of a catch

Splendour of a catch,
of an idea, a feel,
Beauty of intent, of reach
So precious then, the catch.

Can't say I didn't know

Can't say I did not know
Can't say I turned away
I just took for granted
Beauty flew past.

What little there is

What little there is

there is more,

Plenty in what's

most in little.

 

Vastness, is in

Vastness, is in
the eyes,
Openness, is in
the heart.

Let it out

Let it out
Let it go
Beauty of fact
echoes in the dim too.

What's uncovered?

What's uncovered?
It's the beauty
that what's uncovered
can be uncovered.

No apologies

No apologies
Deep in, deep down
Self is selfish
for me, for us.

Splendour of clarity

Bird tale:
Splendour of clarity
does not blind,
Heart-waves
on even beat.

Splendour of colours

Bird tale:

Splendour of colours

Song of energy

in stillness, and

in motion.

And the music plays

Bird tale:
And the music plays
And the song flows
And energy dances
Splendour is released.