Resting With You

When I notice the breeze
playing the chimes,
scooping the branches of the maple
into a waltz,
awakening my skin
with the cool of its caress,
I remember you.

When I follow the
cascade of breath flowing in,
flowing out,
filling, emptying my being,
sustaining life
without thought or effort,
I receive you.

When I sit in silence,
letting the cacophony
of all voices quiet,
releasing the burden
of self concern and striving,
I rest, again,
with you.