I.
Across the still lake
Cloud Eagle swoops ‘neath snow trees.
Forest and falls call.
II.
Branches shape a heart,
frame the lake, the trees, the sky,
singing, “all is well.”
III.
A heart to look through
across the lake. A new view:
trees and clouds and snow.
Blessing:
May our day
of slow sauntering
amidst the evergreens,
the Fir, the Spruce
soften
into smoothness
my heart.
Let go and love the way the world turns. Be with it. Allow it. Notice it. Even, embrace it. When you rail against it, you become part of the same energy that stopped the flow at the beginning. Be the holder of it. Know that it, too, has a destination to, finally, merge as one with all. Listen deeply to your heart inside and those things you know are anciently true. Trust in your essential wisdom to lead the way. The world is in flux. You will find your way. “All things must pass.” Let them go. May I be…
Dancing in the water, the bright orange sun winks at me through the branches of the pine. The ceiling falling is nothing, being present to such beauty.
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