Breathe in the aroma of a changing season,
The breeze is empty of fear, empty of uncertainty,
It is filled only with the flutter of orange wings,
The sweet nectar of a patient bloom,
The flash of iridescent feathers,
The glitter of green leaves after the storm,
The golden sun reaching, stretching to warm the shadows.
How often we forget we are not the center,
That the energy of God's universe flows through us,
Just as it flows through the trees, the stream, the salmon, the rain,
the Earth itself.
Fear is nothing but a cold rock hurtling through time,
Let it burn up, let it fade into the Light.
Look to the blossoms,
Look to the Earthworm,
Nurturing the soil,
Look to the heron
Content and still.
Look to where the water meets the painted sky.
There you will find the Truth.
And there you will be free.