All at my window.
The numbers keep changing,
Every day new life springs,
Out of old ways of thought.
Oneness with the universe,
With a thousand kindred souls,
Spread across the earth,
Space and time and universe.
Sitting before my gizmo,
I wander with delight,
Through snow-covered landscapes,
Gather in my curious hands
Sheaves of snow-sprinkled blossoms.
A bird spreading its wings,
The earth from space or a tiny flower
A thousand scented candles
All new ways of bringing me back,
To my centre, my self-
All at my window.
