I remember the moments this morning
As I sat with coffee in hand
Lost in watchfulness of the birds as they sang and danced

When the days speed by without moments like these
The spirit, neglected and abandoned,
Craves time to simply be

How the pregnant silence longs to birth
What is only possible for one who waits,
Willing witness the permeating beauty of reality

Stay still long enough,
And you just might hear the echoes of love
That brought you into being