I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,

nothing between me and the white fire of the stars

but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths

among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects,

and the birds who do their work in the darkness.

All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom.

By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

~Mary Oliver

I kind of like not knowing too much….the mystery holds it all….

inquiry for today~ what will you relinquish today?

your interbeingness…..

I loved to sleep with the window open.

Rainy nights were the best of all,

I would open the window and put my head on the pillow

and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face

and listen to the trees sway and creak.

~Neil Gaiman