Soaring
Its called flight, the great birds don't know thats what it is, but it works. The winds move in great currents, are the birds swimming or flying. Does it matter?
It just is, doesn't seem to matter, unless your an aerospace engineer and trying get men to Mars.It is, just a great day, a beautiful sight.
The Light
I am not sure what, or where. But this will surely happen, the light will break through, the thoughts will be clear. Somewhere, sometime, it will be apparent, the role, the evolution, the growing and the pain necessary to advance from what we are, to what we could be.
THE TRANSITION
And it happens, whether seen or not, it just does; from dark to light; from warm to cold, water to snow, wind to golden rays. We are a part of that, observed or not. As well we see our shadows grow, our children change, our emotions grow and fight for expression and weep for misfortune. At best a new light of day, a warmth, a vibrant thought, an expression of hope, a smile returned the freshness of a winter morning and the sun's new light of awakening.
PRESENT POSSIBILITIES
And the day is its own guide, it is what it is. Time only moves around. Awareness absorbs the experience, the ability to take it all in, to fly on the winds aloft, to feel the light of day, the first warmth of winter sunshine. Awareness of others, their stories, your story, your intersections of life, of choices. Not the past is laden with good, bad, guilt, anger, regrets, nor the future that will not obey the plan, but the present, the now, the choices to make, smiles to bring, the loving to be alive.
