Listening...
Computer humming, keys clicking...
As I listen to the birds and wonder how many different ones I can hear, their voices blend together into more than I can count...
A car honking... occasionally one drives down our street, its tires vibrating over the cobblestone...
A sudden flurry of excitement in birdland...
The sound of my breath... very quiet this morning- I am holding it slightly as I listen intently...
I think that there are so many birds- but someone told me once that there are records from early explorers that the skies would look almost black with huge flocks of birds. Maybe there aren't so many after all...
Seven minutes have gone by since I opened up this page. I haven't been writing all that time... mostly just listening... a morning meditation.
My stomach is feeling that it is time to break the overnight fast... I feel it waking up although I can't actually hear it yet...
Ooooh...... thunder in the distant and now I hear that a flock of birds has landed somewhere not too far away. I am sure if I could see them from here that I would see that they have filled a couple of trees and are lined up on the telephone wires as well.
It's a quiet rainy morning with thunder in the distance and a car rumbling down the street.
I love this morning meditation and at the same time I hope I never lose the love of writing by hand- paper and ink.
Now I allow myself a nice deep breath and I hear the both the inhale and the exhale- a smooth steady controlled breath- morning pranayam.
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