She sat amid the woodland, not waiting for the bluebells to bloom
Awareness melded with the breath of life, with ease
Her mind became empty, not separate from the beings we call trees...
The ear of the heart remained wide open, deep listening
Thus, the song of life softly began to sing--
"Being a good poet isn't synonymous with being a good person
Words are just words unless whispered from the heart
Deep listening is not separate from understanding
The Unconditional giveth not to receive, truth is devoid of planning"...
The True Self knows nothing about validation, only Self-Recognition
Lack of compassion & kindness is the malady of the human condition"
And she heard His name in the song of the air
The earth was not beneath her feet but present with every heartbeat
One with the apple blossoms' exquisite clusters of love
Alone as everything, the Kingdom within and infinite
Infinitude as wild bracken, the dance of the innocent...