I do not begrudge the morning birds the simplicity of their songs
Instead pondering
How to wake into a world that does not instantly crush me with thoughts
Of what must be done
Of what could occur
Of what
Of when
Whom
How
How to wake into a world where the only question is
Which lesson?
This one
Be still
And listen to the chorus of birds
As it was yesterday
And will be tomorrow
Everyday
Repeating
Whether I am here or not to hear it
And the thousand things which concern me may indeed come to pass
Or simply move on
Without me caught within their grasp
The birds will sing
The sun will rise
And even though the clouds may obscure its shining countenance for an instant
Eventually
All things become clear
The water just needs to sit still long enough
For reason to appear
*header image taken in the Carnarvon Gorge
