Being myself

Was easier than I thought.

With thought, without  thought,  I am

As I had always been.

What beauty, what sheer intimacy

Lies in a seagull's shreik,

A sip of tea, a mere scratch of the head.

What use are miracles

When all is miracle?

What use is there in practice?

When you have always been the goal.

Shhh, how perfect!

The cars roll by,

trees sway in the breeze.