Students of the Instant

February 26, 2013

The water sings.

White foam keeps the rhythm of its joy.

All around, the rocks keep a harmonious silence.

The stride of our eager feet flows clear.

Light from on high lightens our thoughts.

A shrewd watchman guards the entrance to the roaring depths.

Colorful wild spirits whisper a secret in our ears.

We listen closely to the magic secret that we are.

We open our eyes to the endless wonder of being alive.

We look each other in the eye.

We smile.