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.
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.