Bali's Gift of Presence

The sky turns rose at break of day as Bali warms to light's first rays.

A breeze moves slow through temple stone, where petals fall unseen alone. A priest walks past

with measured grace, the sun aglow upon his face. You know he isn't chasing more,

his wealth is in the land and shores, in open hands, in breath, in rain,

in present moment, free from pain. All he needs here in this time without desire,

just grateful mind. You came to learn to be this way, to appreciate your time every day,

for Bali doesn't expect or ask, it just shows you to let go at last.