Listening With The River

To sit and listen with the
river...
As a breeze whispers secrets
through the grass.
And birds sing nothing to the air but
the carried flight of their
expansion.
The river moves in stillness.
While I sit in the quiet motion of
my thoughts -

Listening with the river.

~

And true of distance as well - motion carried to a depth of stillness. Here - we listen to our bodies. The breath merging to a touch of air. Our steps received by the earth in soft welcome. We listen to distance itself as it parts for our allowance. Subtle sounds. Heard only in a quiet mind.

Peace,

Eric