They splash into the sky – tops of trees, green to blue to white – to misty wonder.
An abstract within reality.
Emergence of light.
Becoming Water.
Back home to air and earth.
Circle of transition, revealing:
Being.
There are no loud politics out here in this place, only the vibration of preciousness. Cascading sound is sweet symphony to the coming day.
There is no need.
We are together, surviving to thrive. Good in all- death, life, darkness, light, earth, sky, middleground, heart-center, depth of roots digging down to the center, then heart rising to touch heaven.
Sky.
I see the trees splash upward again. Awake. To now. No hurry, but determined. The persistence of always.
Sun shines. I lift up.
Freedom.
Yoga with Ann Lapo 