Such an ordinary thing,
 the sunrise, sunset
  night sky with its moon and stars

Ordinary, the man walking by
  birds calling, squirrels running
    the woman with groceries in hand 

Just plain ordinary, do we really look
  to see the weight of what they carry
   the beauty of what is around us

The child running with abandon
  discovering all they can
   with the full tilt of life

An openness to the world we no longer
  possess, it is not just an ordinary
   day, an ordinary bird, or snail

The fullness of the Earth is ours to 
  discover if we become like the child
    seeing the beauty, healing hurt

With the full bowl of love
  freely offered in the world,
    in each heart which chooses