"Rivers,
ponds, lakes and streams — they all have different names, but they all contain
water. Just as religions do — they all contain truths." -Muhammad Ali

 Trees don't question, they receive water's blessing and simply soak up nourishment into their being.

Humans often think, if only we try a little
harder and harder still; the pieces might fit together securely. How
fool hearty for us to ignore, in our determination to be in control.

It is easy
to miss what we cannot see, to think we are set apart. Yet, all the while Love’s
invisible energy is present, awaiting our notice.

Tune in and listen to this gentle voice of truth; your truth, mine.

Why resist? rather than acknowledge, even  befriend the underlying stream of emptiness.  

I am the bird that flutters against your window in the
morning,

and your closest friend, whom you can never know,

blossoms that light up for the blind.

I am the glacier shining over the woods, so pale,

and heavy voices from the cathedral tower.

The thought that suddenly hits you in the middle of the day

and makes you feel so fantastically happy.

I am the one you have loved for many years.

I walk beside you all day and look intently at you

and put my mouth against your heart

though you're not aware of it.

I am your third arm, your second

shadow, the white one,

whom you cannot accept,

and who can never forget you.

-By Rolf Jacobsen (1907 – 1994)

English translation by Robert
Bly, original version is in Norwegian

Love is.

~liz Sorensen
Wessel

 Vermont Trees by ~liz