I'm reminded of the sky. Of her ever-presence.
Of her ability to morph and change with the seasons.
And yet - she remains. Constant and still. A vessel for all that might pass thru.
I'm reminded of the teachings as they've been taught...and as they come thru me.
How we come to a comfortable seat. How we quiet our minds.
How we settle in and begin to listen.
Turning our attention to the vastness of the universe...and the rhythm of our beating hearts.
We are that sky.
The rest is all just weather. It comes and it goes. The storms pass. The clouds do too.
And - I watched with tender awe...and utter amazement as these swans flew by.
I bowed to their grace...their elegance...their strength and beauty.
Like the sky.