Yesterday’s morning walk just didn’t feel the same. The conditions were practically identical – cool sunshine, birds singing etc… and yet I felt different. It felt different. I had a slightly dizzy sensation and the birds were seeming to sing in cautionary tones.
This morning as I open to
I hear Wait
I hear Pace Yourself
We are in this for the Long Run
I find myself feeling slightly annoyed by the unpoetic uttering of my winged messengers
who coo cautiously from up there
on their high horse
How on earth can such pragmatic suggestion possibly take aesthetic form?
Of course, my feathered friends have little patience
for my ego’s expectation
continuing to whistle their unhindered advice
with fearless love
as I descend the golden path
and allow it to