Episodes of gratitude erupt spontaneously

from somewhere beneath

my doing and thinking.

They ooze through

whatever crack they find –

manifesting as a ray of softness,

a swelling of thanks,

a depth of Silence

expanding and encompassing all of what

my eyes see,

my ears hear,

my hands touch.

Warmth in my heart

fills my chest,

then my whole body

and when it reaches my eyes,

it wells up and spills over,

grateful drops of thank-you.

Spacious

essence of sweetness,

caresses my soul –

lifts me out of doing,

out of the task at hand,

out of thought –

into Stillness.

After a while,

I return to the realm of time.

Stillness moves me into the next doing,

and the next

and the next

until…

Gratitude once again grabs hold,

stopping me in midstream

and melting me into another episode

of heart opening,

eye-bathing

wonder and awe –

Thanks-giving

for all-that-is.