February has brought with it, drawings of women and birds,
shadows on roof tops,
and today, as I prepare the morning coffee,
shafts of light illuminate a cutting board.
Increasingly, more and more, my world has come down
to things immediate and of a plain beauty so
magnificent it is hard to miss.
The Tv box and newspapers distract from this kind of seeing,
so does gossip, small talk and chatting on the phone.
To hone the inner world with eyes that see,
one must be conscious of what is chosen.