Outside my window:
still life.
The walnut tree stands,
branches unmoving,
sunlight on its leaves.
Stillness?
Somewhere within it,
photosynthesis is happening.
Life is coursing through it,
renewing it,
repairing it,
inching it closer
to the very sun that feeds it.
Inside my room:
still life.
I sit praying,
unmoving,
letting light shine within.
Stillness?
Somewhere within me,
rebirth is happening.
Love is coursing through me,
renewing me,
repairing me,
freeing me to become
the very love that feeds me.
Blessings,
David
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