At the edge of water

somewhere

silently observing

ocean waves

just like days

come from the past

and fade into the future

searching for the now

the moment that exists.

*

At the shores of silence

anywhere

barely reflecting

images on the water

like illustrations

of past measures of success

now inadequate

and unnecessary

because life just is.

*

At the dawn of tomorrow

right here

eagerly expecting

life, like the bird’s song, to thrive

beginnings of self-realization

insisting for birth

and then – with uncertain steps

making foot prints

one for each tiny lesson.