A moment held and telling a story . It speaks not only of this moment of life’s history and evolution . It speaks of endurance intertwined with fragility and of quietness and courage . The story of a lone bison standing in stillness on the volcano known as Yellowstone and myself , the lone explorer , standing in the threshold of what was and what is . Welcoming the freedom of quietness in a pause and willingly entering the mystery .
I saw you . A soft and worn smile coming from your eyes inviting and calm . A moment much needed and such a surprise . Thinking of how we can give so much in a passing moment with a shared smile .
I saw you and humbly looked into your eyes . Is there a willingness to share in a moment of our humanity ? Respectful if not and a bit of glee if it is there .
I saw you and thought how two strangers heartbeats might sync for a moment as we pass by .
Calls to the soul at waters edge ,
she welcomes what we are beyond our present knowing .
Calls to what we know as wildness is freedom in the space of grace .
Calm and reflective waters flow and all the while wild winds blow .
And in this moment of aloneness is the timeless connection to all life .
Calls from the heart, songs in the soul and hymns from the sea are in harmony .
And in every breath carried to the stars are dreams of love for evermore .
I watch the great , wonderful trees outside my window move with the winds with ease . And when I pause with intention then the rhythmic flow of my breath in concert with my heart is what I know to be a bit of grace .
Swept up in moments of resistance , simply said, creates more resistance . How delightfully good does it feel to breathe deeply out and smile ? Dreams in the day and dreams in the night of a joyous life for all .
Laying down the resistance to living in the truth of the heart .
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