How may days spent in contemplation
with only the One foremost in the mind?
A few moments here, several there
perhaps a retreat of hours or days
now and again, at some point
Still, like the mustard seed faith
or the scientific magic of leverage
the power of a single moment
plugged into the silence
– the sacred silence in the Presence –
moves mountains of sludge
and self-willful thinking
into the light of Love
Little chickadee
peckin’ at the ground
Here a seed, there a worm
food abounds
He sings for joy
for wherever he goes
All to meet
his needs are found
Groundhog standin’ up
on the prairie-like hillock
surveying his backyard
“Ah!” he thinks
“Life is good!”
He just doesn’t
think it with words
He feels it
in his bones…
Once, there was a little boy
who climbed to the top
of a tree and leaned on the wind
He was exalted
in the midst of Nature
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Now, as a grown man
he still feels the glory of it!
