The sensation of today comes to me as soft. Soft and gentle.
These words describe the quality in the day.
The wind feels like a gentle sleepy puppy
The sounds feels soft as murmurs in my dreams
The atmosphere, as gentle as the flutter of wings on my skin.
No compass calls out to follow
No philosophy needs pursuing
No thought demands answering
Very, Very quiet
One might say, "all feels still, or silent," but the day is neither. A tide of quiet, a momentum of softness feels closer to the experience . The moment is as quiet as snow landing on snow, as breath on the wind, as quiet as a wonder in the sky, or moonlight through a cloud.
The day does have movement: Birds wander in and over to the feeder and shrubs with various calls of hello, uplifting sounds offered among true friends.
Whispers run through the trees in flocks;
Comfortable slow-paced musings from and on the nature of living;
Casual correspondence between deep friends;
One can lean into today and feel the cozy plush of the atmosphere, Comings and goings on the wings of deep healing
Gentle, ticklish, whispery, soft, and companionable.
I hear the words,
from whom, I do not know ~
"a song of revelation."
Perhaps a portent of time to come:
Guests that provide a song of songs
A song of the soul
a Song that reveals deeply, truly and gently.