- birdsong -

 

Why must words

Come, dear one?

Be patient. Be still.

Here you are

Quiet morning

Ripples in the lake

Curled up and writing.

 

Do not think

You must

Write anything

Profound. For

The essence of

Writing wakes

You.

 

Integrating 

The star codes

Meant for you. for

Evolution.

Never seek for more. 

Trust in these moments

Unfolding.

Trust in receiving

The beauty

Of this new day.

 

That this is enough.

That this is the language

Spoken by the angels.

Hear them

Guiding you

Through nature’s 

Melodies

Sung in birdsong.

© Ashley Lord