A Moment

New dawn

Birds symphony jubilee
Sun kissed tree tops

I journey out of doors in the early morning hush. The sky is clear and light from the sun that has not yet risen about the tree line.

I settle down in company of a pine tree softly haven beckoned me come and enjoy this time together. The way has been strewn with pine needles, and I quietly made my way stepping lightly upon Mother Earth.

With warm tea to warm my hands, I breathe in the morning's hush. My mind begins to quiet, to rest and thoughts of my precious loved ones comes to me. I bless them and send them my loving spirit to them for health, safety, and joy. Then my thoughts cease to be.

My senses come to play and my consciousness alters to a different level. I am still of this world but not quite. Words of a haiku are created. The shifting morning is subtle. Time ceases to be in a blink of an eye that is eternity.

The crow's voices rise up in a chorus as they fly to tree top branches preparing for the first moment. Already the sun has reached an adjacent mountain. The mountain is aglow of colors yellow and green.

The moment in nearing. There is anticipation in the voices of the crows. The trees shiver with the slightest tremble but they are much older, wiser, and whisper, "Patience, patience." I breathe in their words. I shift my body's position ever so slightly crouching low. Sip at my tea. The newly sprung haiku speaks again.

Through the forested horizon, sparkles come to view. Rays filter through. Suddenly the golden rod and pine green tree tops are blazing with sun streaked colors. The trees shake gently with unison voices rippling, "Ah!" The crows cry out and fly to the ground in flocks. Tiny sun tipped wings flutter in unison to one tree branch to another across the blue sky. The first melody of the new dawn breaks forth.

During the midst of activity, I stand to full height. Smile. The pine floor finally feels the warmth of the sun rays. There are sparkles, crystals shimmering. The frost is light.

A grey squirrel comes to view moving among a neighbor's tree base, shifting through the pine needles. Then jumps to a branch out of view but his voice is heard chattering pleasantly. The crows that had come to the forest floor now rise up in flock chasing the leader who has scored his morning's treat. Their voices reverberate through the trees fading away, yet the vibrations continue.

The new dawn has arrived. A beginning, created a new with life and rebirth. This moment a timeless eternity stretching, unfolding, becoming.

Stepping lightly, I traverse the pine needle floor of sparkling crystals and continue my journey in footsteps following the way as the Warrior of the Light.