Come back . Come back to the trust in your heart . Remember a moment when your heart was repelled by hate and all you wanted was the feeling of home . The feeling of being loved in spite of hard times . The feeling that somehow it is all going to be fine .
Come back . Come back to the truth that you care . Have you been hidden from compassion because fear made you chase circles of lies ? It’s ok to put down the fear and to feel what’s real.
If this is a dream then I choose to be by a sparkling , clear river . Cool , strong and wild . Feeling the heat of the sun growing stronger upon by face as I venture into the flowing waters with the bare, flesh of my feet . The current so strong it inspires the inner strength in my heart to move forward as if to be in a piece of a dance .
Mesmerizing and exciting all at once by the river . As it moves and curves and softens the life of the rocks it also gathers and gives bits of life . Telling stories along the way wether you listen or not . Ancient and new are the stories of the river . The rushing , churning waters or a tranquil , meandering flow , either way , will signal to all of your senses bringing to you a sort of meditation .
It may not know where the river begins and you may not know where it ends but there is trust in its life giving flow and the peacefulness that you know .
Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge . The coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach . It was a day that could have been early spring or fall . The light from the sun was diffused by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .
I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit . It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it . Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .
It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide , out in the water . Looking more intently I reared that it wasn’t just any bird but rather an Eagle . I remained for a bit longer . I began hoping that I’d get to witness his flight and just as I stood up to go this wonderful bird took flight from his perch .
He soared with such grace and beauty . I stood watching , taking it in , and whispering ” thank you .”
Is courage required to be still and at ease with oneself ? During those times when all our lives is in place as we planned it’s easy . When violent twists and turns appear the loving stillness can be both inside and outside . When the outer comforts of love are seemingly out of reach then the inner sanctuary of love must prevail and in that lives the peace .