Summer Morning Gift

It took a whole lifetime
to become a simpleton.
I have understood at last
that at this very moment
there is no greater or
smaller, no more or less,
and nothing to compare.
There is only the gift
of Presence.
Every creature sparkles
with its own grace.
Friend, if you are ready
to die here and now,
accept the fragrance
of a late summer rose.
Plums are falling,
small and sweet,
into the birdbath.