I can no more be in or out of love
than I can be in or out of my body,
or my breath.
Love is not something temporary,
to be chased,
or clung to.
Love is the essence of freedom,
self expression, and connection.
Love is a state of being
that allows all else to exist.
The woodpecker with its beautiful crown of red and feathers of blue
alights on the side of the big oak tree.
Quickly setting to work,
diligently, making holes in the bark, tapping the marrow of the tree.
Rhythmically and expeditiously it farms.
The tree doesn’t seem to mind.
Is the woodpecker successfully harvesting sustenance?
Or, could it be coming up empty?
Simply searching,
patiently,
methodically,
systematically.
Poking
and poking,
until the choice is made
to go elsewhere,
or remain here,
seeking,
practicing,
exploring its skills
and talents,
supported,
nourished,
and satisfied,
wherever it chooses to be.
Reflecting your sparkle,
Your joy,
Your light.
Reflecting your goodness,
Grace,
Humility,
Kindness,
And love,
Until you cannot help
but to absorb
the characteristics you think you see in me
As what they really are,
Simply awakened parts of you.
Replacing reaction with reflection.
Grounded in lightness.
Free to expand.
Confident in choice.
Clear in direction.
Comfort in stillness.
Peace in the quiet.
Steady in heart.
Safe in this breath.
Monday Mindfulness 