In This Moment

Hawk, I see you soaring above with love and light in your eyes.  I sense native play and you go away.  It is time for my mind to stay focused on the environment.  Cars go by, and I give them a blessing to see all reality.  On every odd day solo monks pass by with their beads in hand.   I am in a tangle that they are trying to understand to eliminate catastrophe in their home states of being and of existence.  I leave the rest out there for someone else to say.