A beautiful blue-gray heron is a daily visitor. Standing on sticky legs by the side of the pool, she draws her attention inward and holds her pose for several long minutes, like a yogi balanced in standing posture. Sometimes she gazes at her reflection, tap-tapping her beak in the water.
Her stillness soothes me, drawing me to the same silent space. I become lost in her. Watching, I am unable to say where she ends and I begin. I can feel her long, soft feathers, wide eyes and large claw feet, wrapping around the pool's edge, holding steady.
She and I are the same, lost in the silence as one.
When you pour your tea, There are a thousand eyes, Watching the moon, Praying for answers. Invite those eyes, To sit awhile...
Exquisite, powerful and beautiful
The ocean was calling out through the night. Each crashing wave pulled me further in, until all that remained was silence. These gifts...
The heart is at peace with the beauty of Now. The mind always searches for more. TRUE ALIGNMENT