Would you ever stand still and watch the trees in winter
As they move in the fierce wind
Is this helpful in what we see as modern living?
Removed by pavement and the downward focus of me, my, text and I
As I look out into the pink, orange, blue cloud sky I find communion
All the empty branches creates the artists masterpiece in front
I bare witness as the sky fades into darkness, night
And the geese are singing, so blatantly I know they could care less
This is what’s happening,
This is what the market now calls mindful..I call body full… all full…
I have known this place unnamed forever, or maybe just now
It’s on the front of TIME magazine…..and yet
There is always more…to this..to you…to me…
The branches sway without thinking
Listening to the gentle creeks, the sound of life leaning into what’s facing it…just wind
Yet, we always think it is more, life threatening
If you listen close, you can hear the sap moving through with fluid support
The juice sap, life sap, love sap of this thing we call life
I sit in my kitchen and notice the clock ticking
Time is made by the human…tick, tick
Life is made by nature
Tick and freedom commune
Returning to the moment that includes all of this
Slowing down, without constraints
I spent the day in Brooklyn NY…paying attention to what matters…
you and me…attention to the now..does this count?
I hope so , because its all I can do, it is the deepest skill I have and where I gain access to intuitive knowledge. I know there is book knowledge, which is helpful, but, the knowledge that comes from the inside is something that changes you forever
Thank you dear mother heart for reuniting me with you,
nature and the vein of existence
If I move with city life, I cannot, will not forget you..looking up today I saw your smile in the deep blue sky…your sweep of wind on my cheeks
Feel all the world suffering more there, It is more apparent then here
Do they need me? I guess I will move where I am called…do you need me?
The wind answers… Moving, changing …stop crying… Wipe your tears and remember with reverence I know you and you know me and I know this and you know that
I look out my window and can no longer see the branches and the colors of the sky
Change, it is always happening around us, and yet?
I will go where I am called….intuitively called
Wind sweeps my consciousness ..take me, please, I beg you
