My morning joy, to go out and feed the birds. The pigeons swirled in the air before me as I walked to get the seed. I laughed to hear the whooshing of their wings. As I closed the door and turned to walk…..
Tiny drops of water running down the window. Within the drops are the sky, cloud, and sun. How could such tiny drops hold such vastness? And then the whisper, “look in the mirror little one. Look in the…..
Blustery winds and dark storm clouds. Even the feeding birds have fled. And yet a spear of light bold enough to enter the darkness. Danger dancing with needed rain. Light dancing with dark. All is One. All is well. All is.
Let a Teacher wave…..
I could not capture the yellow colors and streamers I saw. Perhaps that was the whisper. The brief moment of sun piercing the cloud quilt was too bright. A beckoning beacon created from the dissolution of details. Sweet sweet…..
He looks prehistoric in his camouflaged armored looking body. You have to look hard to see. When he takes off you think he is a brilliant yellow butterfly. May I too know stillness’s safety and protection. More importantly, may I not fear to greet life, others, or whispers upon the wings of beauty and…..
The stream does not ask the rocks or small bridge to move. The rocks and bridge do not ask the stream to turn back. Remaining the same they are changed.
“You are my brother [and sister]. I am a prayer. You are the Amen” ~ Rumi.
Words spoken and unspoken are seeds to be harvested within me and you. Actions taken or denied return as faithful as the tide in full light of the moon. I…..
Stone faced mountains and sand dunes. A stream running between them both and the desert’s flat mesa. Above them all, clouds filled with wind, rain, and snow. I tried to take in all the subtleties, variations and contrast, but confess I stood there speechless. How many layers…..
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