If the candle burns
and floods the room
with sweet light and aroma
if the flower blooms
and its petals flood the eyes
If you scan the heavens
and see the deeper blue
there rests in the pure
unadulterated portrait.
To feel the sand and water
beneath your feet and breathe
cool air, it seems
Nothing goes amiss.
If all else is not
The things these are
The varied rythem of earth's beat
and resonate at sunset,
These exist; the claims of life.
