Sunday in July. Free morning sort of
I want to make music, sing and pray, and do some Yoga
But here I sit not making a move
Watching the butterflies and feeling the presence of this forest
T H E P R E S E N C E
Y A H
The Gita says, when you’re in a place of witnessing extraordinary
beauty
Then you’re in “the Presence of God”
O’ these pines and hickories, and just over there
“The Mountains”
* * *
And there are other things I also want to do
Go into the mountains, stop at an overlook
Draw and paint, sing and play
Write and dance, love and romance
[Are these your kavannot, prayerful intentions
Or just another “to-do” list
Check’m off as you do’m
Send book to daughter]
The sounds in this forest; “it’s all Your name.”
