Dawn breaks ever so gently,

Dispersing light across the mountain tops,

revealing a tapestry of intricate evergreen

Sentry for all that is emerging

Markings:

Not of our own making, even though they would not be without us.

Wind and blade of grass;

Inspiration and stepping forward.

All taken up in the

Mystery of Becoming.

Green Cathedral

Standing, swaying, shimmering.

Universe unfolding

Home

 

 

 

 

Bud

Instinctive Assimilation

Being, becoming, blooming

Patient Potency

Promise

Pre-Dawn  The Great Blue Heron

 Briskly I walk in the grey-blue light preceding the dawn.

Mindlessly I move toward the waters edge.

Indistinguishable form among the muted morning hues alarmingly pierces

the stillness

               with its cry, calling me to attention.

Quickly it skims the water's surface, lifting off into the waking morning sky,

Moving me

               to stillness. 

I return

morning after morning

walking now in mindfulness as I approach the muddy-reed-sheltered shore

where

The Great Blue Heron

Forgiving of my initial intrusion she grants me a daily, if fleeting

rendezvous,

but she will not, indeed cannot, allow proximity of approach.

Pushing the boundaries of propriety in search of greater intimacy I slowly

raise the

      glasses upon glimpse of her.

Turning toward me her eyes catch the emerging light.

Green-yellow fire locks onto my gaze.

I behold Spirit:  this Great Blue Heron