journaling to the sounds of warblers
the mornings the birds "sleep in" until after sunrise are those special days when conception begins at home, in the native surrounding trees of maple, cherry, oak, aspen, poplar, and myrtle the thin crease the thin crisp changeable crease between dawn, and sunrise delivers a stillness, not altogether quiet-- undetected in the busy vocal world viewing this edge of sunrise seals the promise of showing up, unguarded to this gentle music-- unparalleled to any other time- for worship is still for worship is still the celebration of all things greater than the "I" how the world is complicated when it charades as containing a million eyes-- there is just one there is just one maple tree outside this window, and only four cherry trees poised in a circle-- north and east of this window there is just one beating heart witnessing a growing beauty, and two hazel eyes registering-- the fine details o...
