Building Another Day


Birdsong before the sun
New rhythms begin
Another gift of life

The great tree
Below the spring
Reddens its budding twigs.

Soft light on hard stone
In stillness
Builds another day.

Hammering the empty trunk
It names itself
Before fast wings whirr.

Drifting in light
The day begins to shine
It becomes radiant
All is surface.

This day’s light breath
Ever-engine entire
Sets insects on the air.

Oh gentle world of pleasured sun
How is there any accounting for you?

A raven croaks sheer joy
Circling the warming air
Master of a million miles.


About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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