okily dokily - off the top of me noggin and just before I go to bed.
tranquility
The apple blossoms on the gnarly old tree were white and pink as the wind wisped through the bows. Next to the leaves of the ever-darker crabgrass in the hand-made lounge was where the table came around the tree and held the iced lemonade. It curved around the trunk as though it was built in bending and shapes of the large trunk of the aged plant. Though it was actually the time spent in the ever-changing Iowa weather and the lack of use that the table became part of the living gnarlness, and seeing that a part of its top surface was in the trunk as if a tornadic wind whipped it into place.
In the midst of the seeming turmoil of the table and my glass of the fresh lemonade within and without of the base of the tree; the blossoms, oh the blossoms of the tree were moving, and flowing with the whispering wind. Ever so slightly and every random once in a moment a few petals of the dainty blooms would shed from their place and move in that wind, as if plucked my choice and with perception of necessity. Appearance of randomness until the concentrated heart pondered the flowers and their flowing.
The patterns of beauty became amazingly clear and crisp, the calming effect of the creation and necessity of the singleness of the petal: The wonder and fragrance of the whole, though not found in the single, the beauty and serene contemplation of the community of the whole tree. Not an apple tree, but a place in which a table and a petal with wind and without are blessed. Perception, reality, perceived reality, a shadow in a cave are all neglected as the petal floats from the stream of the whispering wind and lands on a knothole in the table, only to be lifted back up by unseen forces and left for never known places.
The leaves of grass are bowing and not breaking. Some, not all. The leaves of grass spring and flow as if they had consciousness to not resist the unseen wind. The leaves of grass becoming waves of the ocean in the patterns of the random changes in the wind blowing. Once again the community of the leaves of grass in beauteous and harmonious resonance with the individual leaf. Standing, sitting, laying, observing, imagining, becoming.