From Retreat to Awakening...
The mountains - they do not hide,
the trees throw themselves out for the sun;
the water splashes and falls carelessly.
The bird flies as fast as it can,
rests when she is tired,
and does not whisper,
but calls out loudly until she is satisfied.
As we express the turnings within
through our actions,
our words,
and in responsiveness to one another,
we join the symphony -
the perfect, raucous spiriting
that is always around us.
I rejoice in the trueness of stillness and of anticipation
of love and of concern;
I rejoice in finding my voice
to add to the song.
