On this frigid morning,
I don’t even have to try,
To find the face of Buddha
Scrawled across the ice blue sky.
Lidded eyes in quiet contentment,
A ghostly Mona Lisa smile,
Lingers there in frozen heaven,
Visible, for many a mile.
An offered peaceful benediction
To morning travelers on the fly,
Writ on the vault, without intent,
By other travelers flying by.
letting go and letting god
i surrender into sleep,
seeking not to guide the dream
yet hoping for some sight unhid
within the inner fallow fields;
some errant blooming volunteer
unplanted by conscious hand
but offering a hopeful gleem
of fuller life upon arising.
May your joys outnumber your sorrows.
May your safety exceed your risk.
May you turn from yesterday to face tomorrow.
May your anger be drowned in your bliss.