listen to the small self stories
in almost all conversations
especially in our culture of separation..
not knowing who we are really
in this moment
the only moment we can know really..
in the little story
past happenings and future imaginings
these delusions of time
are allowed to tell us
who we are
as suffering accumulates unchecked..
a waking revolution
may be in the offing
as we listen to the
chatter of birds
on this May morning...