Every four-year-old child understands that the world is alive, intelligent, aware, communicative and filled with soul. ~ Stephen Buhner
She spies us from her hilltop
and screams since her parents insist
she ask first. Running heart-first,
she stops and pivots in visible
frustration, torn between her cell-
deep celebration and the civilizing
influence. We are pacing mindfully
aware that 14 times 7 equals 98
in human years but already
in that connected space that wags
tails and beams across faces.
Relief as the hidden is revealed,
our generous gifts emerging even
before our exuberant meeting. A spray
of water from a wet fur coat
is greeted with a delighted squeal
and we regard each other
with such spaciousness. True
availability in this present moment.
Shaky cartwheels and petting,
eyes meeting and secrets shared:
the candour of the innocent,
the eloquence of the child.
Revitalized, we walk away, standing tall.
Waving every few steps to the goodbyes
so extravagantly bestowed.
The strong four-year-old heart,
pure, emanating power. We are all
radiating abundance and she races
across her lawn for one final
touch across the so-called space
that divides us. And I pet my
wagging companion, embraced
by my own wide and spreading smile
as we head into the last
vivid flames of sunset.