Holiness is everywhere,

The arranged flowers in a vase
On the Edge of life
offering
beauty
In two small palms of a child
Offering
A share of her chocolate cake.

In carved wrinkles
on my mother’s face
Track of time,
Beholding love.

Holiness is everywhere
Behind the eyes,
Unmoved, blooming
Silently holding us
to the end of weeping,
blaming, complaining.

To arrival of
dazzling life
Effortless joy,
In human form….
We are
What is holy.
life…

© Serena Devi, October 2010

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