Trees and birds whisper to me as the traffic whizzes by, the silver tones of unheard song touch my flaming heart. what secret lessons and unknown words do these watchers hold?
Beings who see so much of these that see so little…watching for our waking.
Willows draping with intentions, oaks and cottonwoods standing waiting, little maples and sweet pines all happy in their roots.
What can we learn from such quite teachers? what can we learn from other beings? How to listen, how to bend, how to be deeply strong.
I do not know the willows thoughts or hear the aspens sayings, bit I will sit and listen with all patience and be at peace in the waiting.
I will listen for the tones above this life’s frantic scrambling. I will work to hear the words from teachers lost from memory.
One day I will hear the words, One day I will know the teachings. One day I will hear the lessons that are ready.