Awakened on a peaceful morning along a sunlit path.
Sights and sounds of healing emanating from the source of All.
Will we stop and hear the message without thinking of the self?

On a cold Winter morning, a meeting of strangers on the trail.
One seeking peace and sanctuary and respite from bother.
What is the other seeking but answers in the morning mist?

An Autumn morning over a field of of muted colour.
A pair of deer with tails of white, stand curious yet guarded.
To approach or to flee: what is it that the senses seek?

An early morning encounter with the Muses of Nature.
The traveller halting - spellbound with peace and tranquillity.
Who is the Spirit of All that moves through so effortlessly?

A small stand of trees conceals much, but dry leaves reveal footfalls.
All of your senses alert and curiosity growing.
Unsure yet unafraid, you simply wait and watch the unknown.