The sun amuses me with her afternoon vibrance.
The pine tree— vertical, proud; out of place next to my Scottsdale balcony— dances to each beat the wind throws her. Hair plays wild—like her owner, performing cartwheels, back-handsprings in suns honor.
The world around me dances. Everything inside me dances—we’re all swaying…to the same beat.
I look left catching glimpse of my reflection in the balconies sliding glass door. My bare legs are tan, fresh from Kona sun. My face is glowing, eyes have become blue sparklers on a 4th of July warm sandy evening. Suddenly I notice— I’m stunning. I’m absolutely gorgeous.
The last months of affairs that unfolded—the happenings I knew would destroy and break me, instead,
revealed my most precious self.
My heart boasts a peace you can’t buy, a kindness most can’t afford.
Veins are free of past. Pen moves to the rhythm of no one —
This temple I live in, has been dirtied too long.
I stare at her reflection— watch her transform from death into life.
The shingles on the roof below keep me feeling separate from time. The coffee in my Hualalai mug keeps innards at the same temperature as the summer sun has provided my sun-drenched skin.
I feel loved. I don’t know who loves me, but I feel safe— certain. I feel beautiful, pure— flawless. I am empty of all mistakes. Fingers riddle pen with every possibility. She scribbles illegible ink across the clean, bare page..
I stare directly into the sun, then gradually lower eyes onto page.
I decode pen’s scribbles and read aloud:
“You are standing on top the world, She is underneath your feet.“