Infused with love

It is possible for me to be present to each small detail in life 
As though it were the greatest thing that I have encountered.

A stone, perhaps, or even just a scrap of fabric.

In this moment, I encounter a very tiny thing.
Something so tiny as to be almost absolutely insignificant 
In the scale of this solar system,
Even less significant on the scale of the cosmos.

And that tiny thing is this body I inhabit now.

I begin to understand for a moment through my sensation,
Organically,
In every cell and molecule and atom.

I understand through its vibration itself that I am tiny 
And I embrace that sensation 
From the inner core of my being 
Where my soul touches life itself
And I allow the organic sensation of that very smallness 
To fill me in such a way that even though I am tiny,

I am real and I am alive and I am here.

And I begin to sense here in the wine of this being,
The richness of its taste,
That perhaps I can begin to accept the fact 
That despite my grand thoughts,

My hopes,
My dreams,
My desires,
My wishes,

Despite everything,

I can for a moment actually acquire the energy—
The very substance—
Of humility,
And accept the fact that I am tiny.

And I sense that I,
This very tiny creature,
Have been given freely this extraordinary gift of my life 
For which I now begin to sense 
The very deepest respect that can ever be found.

And out of this action 
I enter into a strange and unknown new place 
Which is the field of gratitude.
This is a rich place where I can establish a vineyard within myself 
That may even in this day bear good fruit 
To bring to others 
So that together we can make and drink a new kind of wine.

One that is infused with love.