God speaks in the sounds of perfect stillness.
His language is held in the vibration of light.
His words float aimlessly on the air
Carrying the poetry of all that is.
End of the day
The final days of summer are upon us.
The cicadas song starts earlier each day vibrating above the quiet notes the birds share with one another.
The male cardinal has raised his brood of three - they will leave the nest soon.
Each morning just outside our window he sings to the neighborhood of his beautiful young ones getting ready to leave the nest.
"Look at my babies. Look how they have grown!"
The juveniles are still scruffy looking.
Dad doesn't mind.
Together, the family of 5 (with mom in tow) travel the land searching for food.
Mama glides silently behind them hiding in the canopy - holding the space for them if they were to need her. She chips to let them know where she can easily be found. Dad shows them where the best places to look for food are.
They are a good team - mom and dad.
Ant
I want people to say about me
that she wrote
she created
she never stopped
speaking
through words what the spirit revealed to her.
I want them to say
Even if the words were not theirs
Or her ways were not theirs
She still wrote.
She still shared her heart.
I want them to say
that the echoes
of her spirit
rang from the canopy of trees,
she was held in the light of the sun
she was carried on the breeze that blows
invisibly over the surface of the earth.
I want them to say
The birds sang their morning songs
outside her window
beckoning her to join them in welcoming the day.
Her days were wrought with action
with loving
with living
with all that she had...
I want them to say:
She loved the earth.
She loved her man.
She loved her children.
She loved her life.
I want them to say they saw me...
Because they saw it within themselves.
Tracks
Yesterday I bathed in the river and washed my woes away; Today I'm forging my own path - my own trail and though I'm walking straight into the dark and am filled with fear and grief I'm also releasing and ready. Buddha said, 'Each day we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.' Here's to being born over and over and over again.
