And what of butterflies in formation?

"The flutter of the moth's wing can trigger the hurricane. This is not a poetic statement. This is the fact of the matter within this kind of description of nature. In other words, very small changes create cascades into where whole states shift and are perturbed."--Terence McKenna

Be, Do, Have

I offer you a paraphrase of a thought recalled by Wayne Dyer, from the book tour "talk" I attended April 23, 2004 in Seattle and I love it so...:

Contemplate yourself as surrounded by the conditons you want to produce.

Be (Compassionate for example) and you will

Do (Compassionate things for yourself and others) and you will

Have (Compassion in your life in abundance)

Fill in the example of your choice and watch how the Universe will step up to support you

Imagine yourself as you wish to Be…
Be this in your heart and mind
You’ll then do what needs to be done
And you will have it before you realize it.

Then begin again and again.

Aren’t I just so smart??? Not really, I just repeat the good stuff I hear that resonates with me.

Lather, Rinse, Repeat...

Namaste

The Sweet Spot.

It's the peace that follows
each conversation with you
that is the sweetest proof
of this newly known reality

This place where fear of the unknown has no welcome

And much like the taste of a strawberry
Impossible to describe completely

The sensation akin to that moment
between waking and sleeping
I surrender and step into the gap
A field of infinite possibility

The Sweet Spot.

full moon haikus

The experience
of fresh air and grey light, soft
the gloaming begins

I pour the contents
of my mind over brown-red soil
tomorrow's mushrooms

I walk the forest
feet kissing earth many times
not wanting to leave

Bird twitters softly
just go home now lady love
your work this day done

Robin what say you?
How is it you are still here?
Your nest grows cold

One last worm is pulled
from beneath green grass
bird hops-laughs- flees

The full moon blooming
will tease and brightly spotlight
that I miss that kiss

*******************

Will I sleep at all?
Can I tire myself in time?
Will I sing till dawn?

afternoon meditation

I am watching her
all afternoon watch me
She gifts me patience

So lush the fresh green
of newborn leaves stretching forth
and capture day's light

I am watching her
give birth yet again to love
such fine offspring

Uncurling slowly
in concert with unseen wind
some shadow dancing

I am watching her
while her bare branches bloom with
joyful potential

Bud clusters hold hope
white flowers seduce the bees
red berries feed dreams

I am watching her
all seasons for the wisdom
that is always there

She is my tree and I am hers.
For I am she and she is me.

chorus of birds

i now understand that about the best thing i can do first thing of a morning is to get outside, lift the door of my studio, and listen to the birds. they are a marvelous chorus. they are used to my spreading seeds now. they appear, magically. some are coming closer. they expect me. i know that they come whether i spread seeds or not.

and what comes to me is this form of "faithfulness" and "willingness" that signals a sense of interconnectedness that trusts what is not visible, what is hoped for.

seems to me our ultimate faithfulness and willingness is that of trusting the interconnectedness of the whole and the holiness that is larger than the accidents of birth or the imminence of death.

this is the awareness that surpasses being born, and is sometimes called the second birth: awareness that is greater than Time, loss, death. awareness that is sometimes called grace.

coming to me this morning with the chorus of these birds. several species thereof.

John Calvin Dotson

courtesy of John Calvin Dotson

Angels unseen hide
green in the forest amid
Wind's silent laughter