Listening carefully
to
the resonance of birdsong
the
truest play of feathered ones,
small
throats open
telling
reminding
trees
to grow
calling
them into being
praising
the skies
for reciprocal exchange.
Your
heart may quieten
ready
to sing
the day into being also.
As
dusk embraces darkness
you too may notice
how
trees fall into forgetting.
Receptive
at
the great reminding times
the
crossing over times
when
angels fly close
brushing
small throats
with
invisible wings,
they
quietly settle
on
a lattice of branches
waiting
to astonish,
urging
them to waken
to
keep growing.
Shiney
courage rises
from
vulnerable hearts
rhythmically
annointing life
and
the life around them.
Vulnerable
hearts
like
yours, like mine
rise to be annointed
to
annoint, each day unique
with
our own mark of existence.
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A
passing day
a crossing
surrender to dusk
each
moment an exchange.
The
passing dark
a crossing
night
pulling back from dawn
an
exchange,
in
absolute integrity with itself.
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ChandaliPoetStory 2016
Good one !
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