Just a Thought

is it not perhaps

that everything

in the world

that we perceive

is thinking

the dry

hidden bones of

our dead kin the

ash of ancient

forests the

pulsing wet trees

these red-winged

blackbirds balancing

on the rugged

rugosa roses before flying

whispers welling from

the endless depths

of gravel and dark rock

insights shining

through the color

of leaves

of flowers

the stars and fires

what if we are

the imperative of creation

to be here to be aware

of all thought

and nothing more

to hear what god is musing

and with that knowledge

breathe life into tomorrow

to grasp the notions

of each particle we touch

each wave we pass through

could this not be the meaning

of divine intervention

how messages transport

from the spirit world

through animals appearing

uninvited on our winding paths

don't we feel this most

in our gardens after

a long rain when the world

alights again in living water

if we but pause

to listen to the telling

to heed the instructions

in the flickering in

the swelling and reshaping

is it not the source

of the nagging complaint

we sense when taking

the lives of plants by weeding

what we know with certainty

when these butterflies

and birds appear full

of glistening messages

and mystery

watching us

beginning

the discussion

waiting for our awareness

that we together

are just a thought