Why, who makes much of a miracle? As for me, I know of nothing else but miracles. Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods, Or sit at table at dinner with the rest, Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car."

    If man or woman be at all sensitive to life, he must react to the commonplace much as Whitman did.   Such a person may be hurrying along about his business with perhaps no time for reflection and yet in a flash, the miracle of life will come to him through the slightest happening.

    A little girl on the ferry sitting with her mother takes from her small prim bag a set of doll clothes, and fondles them and smoothes them much like a pullet with her first chichens. --the sight and scent of Bounding Bet, Joe Pye Weed, Tansy, Yarrow, Golden Rod Boneset, and over in the meadow the sight of cows and the smell of pepperming and watercress, beside a little stream.

    Did you ever stand listening to the seals just at nightfall, and did their weird, low call stir you to a feeling of kinship with all the creatures of the great deep.

    The moment I write it down in the physical words it becomes somehow less miraculous.   The mind is so infinite and the human being so essentially mental, that the spoken word written work may never express them.

Friends,

   This is a beautiful poem that was sent by a very nice man to romance me.   However I was so moved by it, I wanted to share it with you.   This poem reminds me of my secret God place I go to in my mind when I meditate.   Although this poem was mean't as a romantic gesture, I immediatly invisioned my secret place.   There is usually a spirit being who awaites me there, to comfort me or bring me a special message from God.   Be it an angel, ascended spirit, or relative, God awaits to comfort me in my secret place.

There is an enchanted meadow in your mind,

   where everything is wonderful and the sun will always shine.

It's never very far away.

The grass is tall and the leaves on the trees never seem to fall.

The butter flies float through the air all day.

There is peace, happiness and tranquility there in every way.

Come to this enchanted meadow in your mind.

Here I await you in your day dream to hold you in my arms.

Come to this meadow in the valley of your dreams.

Here I lay and wait,

   when your thoughts are of me.

I see you walking through the grass.

There are wild flowers all around,

   but none so beautiful as the radiance of your beauty, that graces the

   hills around.

Here we can always be together for a time filled with delightful pleasure.

I will always be here waiting in the meadow of your mind.

I know you have a lot to do to day and you must go away.

However, please come again soon and visit me in a daydream

In the enchanted meadow of your mind.