Waited so long to be in this place
No human nearby
No fusion thoughts
Not even the ticking of a clock
Time has stopped
Yet the grass is heard growing. It was a magical place this Island of Gotland.
I hear the lapping of the waves as brother wind plays, certainly nature waits for no one and its time to arise, must capture the scene and breathe in its wonder. Upon this land of beauty there is no shame, no stamp of judgment no need to blame. It dawns on me just where I Am, present in the land of Serenity
Nevertheless must grab my camera, it’s the vessel which captures heaven and in this knowing I forget to eat or drink, my Spirit says Go and my body listens.
I spy silver grey blue in the reeds and then hear a voice stating Oh so clearly; “Shh please, I have a fish in sight”
He was hungry this Great Blue Heron, had a brood to feed and a mate patiently waiting on a home full of sticks. It got me thinking, “Are my thoughts that loud?” and in an instant I knew, as his chick looked right at me!
Then I hear gentle bubbling sounds, diving in and out. why it’s little Grebe with a chicken like beak, full of energy, adorable and a delight to watch! One moment she paused and looked right at me, hearing her say; “You too could enjoy life this way”
From the eye of the feathered ones the message was clear and I feel a tear run down my cheek. A space was made within, without malice and the ticking of the clock is now heard.
I’m back home