I step mindfully on the rivers edge
As to not stumble and fall.
The water is very patient in this, its journey,
To shape the earth whether a drop or
A cascade.
I must stop and steady myself if I wish to lift my gaze to the heavens.
I hear a thousand voices in the winds.
Even the eagles above and the river
Below join in the chorus of our ancestors;
It is always love.
The trees before me
Wave an acknowledging hello
As the wind escorts the clouds
All blue and gray
Over the mountain peak.
And unexpected joy
Seeps into my skin as
A deer wanders near my seat and stops to stare.
An ant wanders onto my foot.
I know he is lost
For I have nothing to
Offer him.
Back to the dirt he returns.
Cars passing by.
Faster, faster they go.
People are chasing time,
Yet
It is everywhere
And nowhere to be found,
Merely in their minds.
Rush. Stop. Go.
Pursuing what?
Nobody knows.
I never heard a silence
So loud
As the moment
Your heart
Stopped
If you never stop and look
You will never see
Our minds,
Our hearts
Cannot yield.
We cannot stop.
For even as we slumber
We are writing
The next line.
Chole Into Diamonds 