Sensing the Mystery of Being Alive

I got up early this morning, waking up early

After I showered, and said good morning to my love Christelle and read her to sleep

I sat on the couch, and started to read a book – the same book – but a bit further on

A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle.

The view from my couch was a bit like this

Turning the page, in between sips of coffee

I see movement in the corner of my eye

A fledging blue tit on the arc of a branch

Looking at me

I looking at it

I didnt rush to get a camera or binoculars

Just stopped, and watched

and looked at it

Looked at it, for what it is

A bird.

Just a very ordinary bird

But as I looked

It wasn’t just a blue bird, a small bird, a young bird

It was a joint traveller in this world

Sharing the universe with me

A creature of magic flight

A fearless wonder

Taking a moment on a branch

To look me in the eye

To feel the same mystery

of life

of air

of flight

A part of me, and part of it, one in the same universe

Sense of being in the moment

Sacred, pure creature, looking at me

What does it take to notice?

What does it take to sense being?

Time to look up

Time to see

Time to breathe in and wonder

To sense the mystery of the universe

The magic of being,

of being…Alive.