IN THIS SILENCE LISTENING  (II)  (11-11-2004, a.m., Galveston Island, Texas)

kind cool fronts  
passing rains  
drenched this coastal  
island town  
in its early crossings  
passage this morning  
as i now  
ride my bike  
out  upon  
all these freshly drowned  
and cleansed  
wet streets  
along my way  
to reach  
todays appointments  
suns out now  
with cool north breezes  
refreshing  crisp embrace  
so sweetly touching  
and filling me  
with each deep breath  
i take  
i soak it in  
and drink it up  
savoring this mornings  
subtle joys  
of changing seasons  
natural flow  
dancing here  
everywhere  
all around me  
as i cross this islands streets  
attentive to  
this softened  
rarefied peace  
still lingering here  
in these drowsy  
neighborhoods of morning  
aware that  
in this passive silence  
where i so quickly  
lose all sense of time  
that i am simply  
listening for  
the filtered  
vital essence  
of it all  
to feed the wholeness  
of my awakened beings  
body  mind  heart  
spirit and soul  
with that which  
it most lacks  
and needs  
here presently  
so that i may continue  
thriving  
and flourishing  
so i may simply
try my best
throughout each
new day
and night
against all obstacles
against all
odds
against all fears
and doubts
to keep on    
shinning
on