Sunday, May 06, 2012


There is a knock on the door
I do not answer
sales talk seems intrusive
in the silence
feeling open and expansive
I do have the heart to say ‘no’
But then I realise
by not responding
by turning away
from a possibility
my ‘no’ had been just as emphatic

A shimmering chance
had risen momentarily
and withered into oblivion
by my withheld attention

Life blooms where we direct our attention
life follows our intention
it has no other choice