The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 251

June 22, 2021The birthing moments of a new season. Whether it’s physically outside or inside you. The birthing moments. I live in a forest. To watch it waking up after a winters nap is a never ending story. Bright purple flowers, elegant white pedals, itty bitty green leaves and the scent of pollen. It weakens my head to have so much of this birthing of a new season inside my head. And what do we do as the human to share with these trees and other surroundings? We toss in the distant roar of a highway taken over by cars, crank up the sounds of a lawnmower devouring green blades of grass and weeds and flood the planet with the wide array of sounds caused by the music pouring from our digital devices. There’s always something to see when we let go of what we think brings us entertainment. A red tail hawk has built a nest in my forest. Its morning conversation is vibrant as well as ear shattering. There’s already heat from the early summer sky which is blocked out by an umbrella of limbs promising to protect my skin. And what do we have to give? Is our true gift allowing a collection of trees to just be? Can we be just friends, writers and poets, dreamers and whatever else? Everyday a new season arrives within. How do you handle the constant need to be a taker? When do you decide to give? This isn’t about sending checks and or buying canned goods to donate. Giving to the atmosphere that makes up your present place of Now. I penned out a question in my daily prayer, “How do we know it’s you?” In this present place of Now a summertime rain cloud is giving to the roots of all of these trees. How do we know it’s you? It’s right there in front of your taking! The goal is to figure out how to give back.