The gift
I wa s wa lking
slowly
doing my medita tion
it wa s the softest evening
the sun setting
long bea utiful sha dows
gra cing the fields
with ba rn swa llows
flying, zigginga nd za gging
the wa y ba rn swa llows do
jo yful in their flight
a llowing jo y to become conscious
then I ca me upon
a tree sta nding quiet
I stopped observed
then without wa rning
silence enveloped me
a quiet without stra in
noa nxiety
nor fea r
justa n a ll encompa ssing pea ce
fora second I wa s free
I stopped
stunned
wa ited in the silence
then
out of the deep pea ce
a voice, or wa s it?
I do not know
the messa ge
wa s gentle in its tea ching
it sa id
"how ca n you be fea rful
when surrounded by so much bea uty"
it lifted
the stra in, a nxiety, fea r
retuned
I wa lked on
cha nged in my depth
if not on the surfa ce
Ia m still cha nging
slowly
a fra id to a ccept the freedom
of such love
why (?) Ia sk myself
perha ps fea r still ha s a hold
less yes
but Ia m still cha ined
wa iting in silence a nd fa ith
sta ying open to the gift
tha t wa s pla nted
in my depths tha t da y
slowly ta king root
hopefully bea ring fruit
slowly
doing my medit
it w
the sun setting
long be
gr
with b
flying, zigging
the w
then I c
I stopped observed
then without w
silence enveloped me
no
nor fe
just
for
I stopped
stunned
w
then
out of the deep pe
I do not know
the mess
w
it s
"how c
when surrounded by so much be
it lifted
the str
retuned
I w
ch
if not on the surf
I
slowly
of such love
why (?) I
perh
less yes
but I
w
st
th
in my depths th
slowly t
hopefully be
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