“The rustle of leaves calls me to listen.
The sweet song of birds invites me to feel.
The soft pull of gravity reminds me I am home.
Every sound, every stillness is a doorway
that I may enter.
Every history, every presence is abundant
with meaning and purpose.
I am one with the dance of relativity
in a matrix of possibility.
My heart and mind are open
to witness “the mattering”
in an ever, expanding field of knowing.”