Goings On – By John Clifford
Goings On
I’d been brooding, feeling alone,
thinking there’s nothing
going on in my life. Then
I noticed the wind sending
scrappy bits of paper
bouncing along the street.
I thought:
paper scraps are going on.
I looked up:
at green tree-tops nodding, and
white clouds sailing beneath
the bright glaze of blue moisture
that colors the sky of Earth.
I looked down, where
wildly dancing grass and weeds
so amused two rosy bushes
they leaned together
and shook with laughter.
Appreciation smiled in me
’til I had to chuckle at myself.
Only an ego
can think itself alone.
I do not breathe my Self,
or pump my heart
each moment of my day.
Inside and out,
life is always going on.
Nothing can be
separate from the whole –
including you, including me.