11-11-21

I watch as the morning light gathers, revealing the colors of the day.

Seeing the silver sky behind the smallest branches.

The fine points of existence-The countless details of creation.

There is a sweet sadness in this moment

No wind, some leaves still hang on, color dots on the high branches.

The birds too are fewer, quieter.

The less I become the more I see,

Slowly , I arrive at stillness, I find my place in the moment.

I still hear my judgements, but I believe them less.

Let me believe in this moment, Let me believe in my purpose-

To see the sacred in all things.