In a time where immediate responses, hyperspeed, and super-sized expectations are spewed in all directions, there is greater power in the subtle … the littlest … of gestures, moments, or expressions to others.
This sketch was done from an etching by Goya, the woman was hanging laundry, though it struck me as one giving thanks. She symbolized a perspective that honors the simplest or littlest of observations, which makes life an endless source of creation (with art, connecting with other beings and our world).
Littlest
I am astounded by YOU.
Surprised in both
Events and frequency.
Those wondrous times
Are not defined
In magnitude of scale,
As earth lifted or cliffs sheered
By hurricane’s wind and wave.
No, they are formed
In the womb of a whisper.
Through the lens of your gaze.
One sigh above each gentle laugh.
A cell’s thickness away in your touch.
These littlest of moments move
The soul as hurling herds
Collapse the ground of my roots.
Blessed is each tiny gift,
Reaching deep
Slowly
Softly.