Saturday, October 27, 2012


When I walk or sit with nature, or simply look out the window, touch one of my feathers or rocks, I have no thought, no conscious direction to do, be, see or feel. I am simply present, open and withIN gratitude. I do not respond I become the response to all about me and flowing into me. The response is gratitude. This morning the whisper gratitude IS Love, Love IS Gratitude and you ARE always IN Nature... BE IN G.

 Confetti Clouds 

The need to get lost 
No thought only my senses stand 
Within the embrace of Home. 

Where do thoughts fly to 
When tree’d arms toss them away 
Mental order now confetti clouds? 

My trunk to climb yours 
My body tucked in your arms 
Watching confetti clouds fly.

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