Sunday morning nature…

Can I tell you what I heard…what I saw…what I felt…

Drifting in zazen…alone…thoughts mingling... the spirit…

Nature holds so many answers…whispering…tilting…

To my right…the banks of the inland pond…a respite for three Canadian Geese…

Posed…fulfilling roles…defined...imprinted forever…

They are who they are…at peace…

Meditation brings...awareness to self…at the same time...forgetting self…

Body…breath…mind... separate…

Zazen bringing to one…so perfect…so aware…yet so not…

The trumpeting sound… my brethren to the right…announcing an event…

After moments of blaring awareness…in flight from the east...a dozen comrades flew…

They too announcing arrival…landing on adjacent pond…territory and space respected…

Only to witness…volley of blaring calls…echoing through the waters…

Both designated parties…alike…unique…communicating in their ways…

I only the witness…something so spectacular…nature’s perfect display…

Inhale to cleanse…off in flight...westward… two of three...cheerily proclaiming…

A joining of separateness…in flight…then landing… dotting the waters…

Each pack blending…as one…gleefully announcing...unity…

Yet to my right...there remained the one…alone…apprehensive…contemplative…

Looking to the new found blending…wondering perhaps…is the timing right…

For even among the wild…a spirit must determine…to each it’s own…

Exhaling as I did…this lone sage…perspective anew…announced in joy…

A completion was in order…spreading massive wings…lifting self above the water…

Soaring…majestic…carefree…perfect landing…

Having witnessed…I just did…harmony…played out…no intrusions…

Human being having no role…decision…manipulation…control…

Only observer to what only could happen…and did…

Knowing deep in my heart…nature’s invitation only allowed…

Being privy to…played out over millennia…I was ushered into…

All so perfect…so true…so needed…a lesson for the ages…