The Strangers

I’m grateful for the strangers.

Grateful for the workers I will never meet,

but they have so much to do with my happiness.

Receiving all the creative energy which flows and enables me

to receive the gifts of many.

I’d like to thank the person

in some distant land who planted

the tea plant that gives me a peaceful meditation

anytime I pour a cup.

Thankful to those who made my sweater

that keeps me warm even though

it doesn’t match anything.

A treasure found hanging in the thrift store.

It gives me so much pleasure.

The entertainers that have filled my senses and

have led me around a lot of America.

Singing the songs of my life.

How lucky to follow those Pied Pipers.

The farmers who bend their backs to put bread, grapes, and strawberries

on my table to fill me up and

spark my well being.

Thank you to the caretakers who take their turns

assisting in compassion,

making things a little easier, kinder.

We all need that care.

It raises the consciousness of the planet.

As strangers we are responsible for the happiness of all.