If I were spirit and nature itself, I would float a lazy river, half in, half out; hypnotized by the canopy of leaves and birds dancing overhead. Light shifting and sparkling with the wind. Composer and performer in play. Eddying in each moment, aware only of a bird’s call or warm current that catches me by surprise. Instants, warm greetings and handshakes that take me from one sense to the next without missing a beat. Heaven I will have found, and heaven remain.
Kim Standing
Poetry of an empath