While being captured by the brilliance of light,
I sit and stare with no expectation.
The waver flows of random thoughts,
consume my wake.
The sound of the crashing sea,
surrounding my capsule of a being.
I am lost in the no expectation.
Oh, how free it is to live in this,
Though being fully part of something real.
The bricks laid upon are of expectation,
they consume our myriad of hopes.
When one falls or breaks,
we see just how fragile and broken the expectations are.
Sitting in the sand buried in its warmth,
the land has no expectations.
Beyond the horizon, the endless sea and sky,
just beauty, with no expectation.
How gentle would the world be?
Just a thought, maybe a less of expectation?
But is it true?
Oh, I do expect the sky to be here,
I expect it’s radiance to be apart of my day.
What are the wonderings of my mind?
These no expectations that are false.
I do have expectations,
the fulfilling of what existence was created to be.
I expect the earth to move,
the sun to shine,
the flowers to bloom,
the trees to sway,
the moon to light my dark sky,
the wind to kiss me as I walk,
the joy and pains of life.
No expectations, full of expectation.