Awareness. Breath. Enough.

My life touches on the present, more and more.
Lingering longer in focused awareness.
Dropping another level down, into detail and complexity of incomprehensible richness.

Expanding, a little at a time, my awareness of all that is.
Around me, light and sound and touch and smell, the ways I sense the things I can know.
A flood of data available to my senses from all around, most filtered out, ignored.

To become conscious of just a little more is cracking a door open to a world of wonders.
Too compelling to turn away from.
Hidden in plain sight, until seen.
Then impossible to ignore.

The sky, this morning - so often it is the sky - that draws me in.
Clouds - light reflecting and refracting
From tiny drops of water formed around tinier particles of dust.

Ten breaths to watch the clouds.
I'm always amazed at how much they change in the space of a breath.
If I'm watching - truly watching.

One moment, the most beautiful thing imaginable.
The next moment different, and just as beautiful.
This moment is enough.

If life ended now, I would be full.
And yet, I yearn for more moments - like this, yet utterly unique.
Full and rich - enough.

I walked home in early evening.
Warm afternoon sun lighting high cumulus clouds - again, the sky.
Then the rich greens of trees, shrubs and lawns.
A pair of goldfinches serenaded while a bumblebee worked scented purple blossoms.

I reached the front steps and took one more glance to the left.
There, in a beam of golden light, a cardinal sat in profile.
Brilliant crimson crest, yellow beak and dark eye.
I watched for seven breaths.  Then he flew up to a shadowed branch.

Enough.