Cycles of change wondrously unfold, dancing their allotted seasons – their benevolent Source changelessly abiding .
Quiet minded, personal preferences recede, and we more easily perceive life’s miraculous interplay of forms and seasons .
We recognize the Ancient One enacting It’s cyclic dance, disguised as the many .
When we are not present, we are either pursuing or recalling. We are searching through our memories or anticipating a future outcome. When we are truly present, we can know the fulfillment of wholeness.
Spiritual enlightenment is the awakening of the God-nature within an individual .
As a butterfly slowly wings by, I delight in the natural satisfaction that arises in response to life’s elegant simplicities .