In the clawing of the cat,
In her scratch upon the post,
In the cawing of the crow,
In the yearning yellow glow.
I find peace in all of that.
For all of that’s my friendly host.
In the light upon the lake,
In the dawn upon the hill,
In the waves upon the sea.
I see at once what I will be.
It’s make, remake, again to make.
It’s all a spinning spinal thrill.
It’s all okay, this hour on earth.
It’s all about the giving part.
It’s Love that fosters Life, you see.
And Love is what Life needs to be.
To share a dance, a chuckle, mirth:
That is Life and That is Art.