a stream

a stream, a flow,

away we go,

destination nowhere ...

now. here.

another 'earlier' morning

with sunshine sky

while I listen to Kevin Kendle's

"Flowers" and "Butterflies"

lightly spattering the ether with pure tones

outside are lots and lots of tiny birds

racing around like mad

soaring and swooping and hopping

as they go from limb of tree to dry prickly blades of grass

and back again

over and over

a beautiful display of delight upon the air

the snow has almost disappeared

from the front yard abandoning its wintry grip

so very early this year

at least for now

in this moment

time has skipped a month or two ahead

and I can almost see

the energy

of new life peeking out preceding

the matter that will spread into the template

so quick are these tiny birds

wings impossible to see when they're in flight

but knowing they are there

supporting

do these little birds arrive before robins

I don't know

maybe

big yellow school bus

kids holler

dogs bark

boldly disrupting the

gentle quiet notes of flute

and light feathery flight of tiny winged beings

squeal of brakes

air compression

off to a new day of friends and learning

the excitement and drama

of youth

remember

I loved school

or I think I did

in hindsight

was that real or memory

I love it still

the learning

the acquiring of information

that turns into knowledge

when assimilated and

transforms into wisdom over time

with experience and

inner application of Truth

open welcoming of all that is

in me

I can see

wherein resides the peace

of wisdom

need to relax

open to the flow

as she washes over me in her

gentle waves of wisdom

carrying me

to where and how I can be in bliss and

be there wherever there is

to help

not rescue

help others who are also seeking

in return

learn and receive

support of Gaia in her many manifestations

I reach out

offer her support and healing

as we move together

since there is no separation

through this global shift

transformation

cycles of all life in all forms

are merely a reflection

rhythms of the pulse of our Universe

in its consciousness seeking and growing

we stand in our manifest form

upon her broad bosom where all nourishment springs forth

in love and support

yet we struggle

for what

why

how have we arrived

how do we leave

where do we all come together as a whole

in realization

we truly create

all that we and others and the world are

because of our unity and oneness

so we can wake up

to the beauty and magnificence

of our manifest experience in both its simplicity

and grandeur and miraculous

because it's all a miracle

every single nano-second

each moment

a precious gift

complete

perfect

unique

and it is exactly as we create it to be

as we have chosen to be

when we come birthing into this world

in all our forms

because I am not just this human

I am also

this cat

this dog

this bird

this tree

this rock crystal

salty and firey

and this table who came from a tree

who came from earth

where I have died

millions of times

to return my form

to become another

who next