Today is Mother's Day. What dreary weather. It's 50 degrees and raining. But wait -- I see the rain has ceased for this moment. The birds are singing songs of gratuity -- wanting others who were separated in the storm. They chatter to each other, calling for reconnection.
So much like me today. Wanting inspiration, wanting to follow my instincts of natural law. So much like the birds. It seems the craving and wanting won't get me there. I must DO.
I do in the dew
what others cannot see
That place of windless Aire
existing in every tree
This is not physical
but a relation of mind
to live in the system
with no worry of time
bound in the will
choices i have made
give me the option
to lie in the shade
pick a leaf or a shave of the bark
I see the same story;
That trees can hold
Larks.
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