is it our mind seeing the sky hearing the bird tweet and tasting our food?
we wake everyday into this experience a painted poster full of life we cannot prove exists
does our invisible mind arise from our physical brain?
God knows where our consciousness resides
will he tell us where it lives when we ask?
everyday living may be virtual like a computer generated image…
created by what? By whom? and for what reason?
but when I stand below monstrous immortal grandfather redwoods and pines and they block out the sun making the forest dark
they stop and look down on tiny me
it is then that I sense a great
spirit in charge overlooking every aspect and leaf.
the greenery and smell of nature is an infusion
inside your being of a vibration, a feeling, an essence
which heals and renews…
drops of rain mist on your face
a whisk of wind through
the tree needles, a hooting owl hops on a limb, a fox jumps out of a wild blueberry bush
and when a brave lizard slowly climbs up on a fallen hollow tree stump
cloaked by the mother fern
stopping momentarily to take a quick look
at you, you know you have arrived within the midst of God’s