I have this thing in common with birds,
we like to find a perch and watch the rising sun,
to feel the warmth and greet new light.
With native elders, monks and sisters
round the globe, training their eyes
to be with Source and thank the Mother
in a simple gesture, a practice
amidst the fury of upheaval.
Rising with the morning
to the Goddess in Her many forms,
beginning the day a witness to Her beauty.
I, too greet each morning in this spirit, with silence and vulverability…..
Beautiful, Brother… a call to practice in the sweetest breath.
What an homage to mother in all forms. I love the reverence expressed in this piece.