
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…