“Musing”

Listening to the soft sounds of raindrops.
Tolerantly waiting for the signal to move.
Never feeling so energised as now.
Endearing my thoughts to those that are in need.
Till the next moment finds me.
I am who I am and am content.
Though looking the window pane I do wonder.
Is longing for more, more a distraction.
Throughout the short time we are here,
Is it heavenly enough for us?
Or do we so wish for the earth to move us instead of us moving?
In an eternity of self, what is this one moment of musing?
Never turn away from those moments of self’s expression.
Death of one moment means the birth of a new one.
In a moment with a twinkle in the eye and that upward crease of a smile.
Rejoiced with inner light and celebrated internally.
Fiery spread with the single thought of sharing.
Loving is such an amazing manifestation to keep safe till shared.