Springtime

Listening to the birds sing

opens me to another way of being:

I hear their artful song,

while allowing to imagine them singing

directly for me.

I feel tenderness flow through my heart.

I listen –

I am still –

I stop thinking,

stop worrying.

The birds invite me

into another way of being:

No longer isolated,

no longer disconnected

or lost in my “thinking world”:

this trance,

this virtual reality

of my past and future obsessing.

Tenderness wells up in me.

I pause.

I listen.

I feel loved, sung to,

connected, interconnected –

with these small messengers of spring.

I smile, I whistle, I hum…

inspired and joyful I continue my day.

Nature and I –

interconnected, one…

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