This evening, after this busy day, before you go to sleep, come sit on this bench with me. For just a little while, as the day surrenders to dusk. First, we listen to the special sounds of nature all around us. The silence is the loudest, isn’t it. Silence briefly interrupted by ducks in the distance calling out to each other. And the bull frogs adding bass to the symphony. We listen to the language of soul.
And we see, just before us, the marsh of reeds and still water, and then the glassy smooth surface where the ducks swim, and in the distance the water rippling from the wind’s insistence. And we can’t leave out the slightly rosy sky. That’s the sun’s last “good night.” What sights that become one, unified moment, and that’s because seeing with the soul looks for harmony rather than discord. Eyes of the heart, someone said. I wish we could frame it. Maybe not, because then it might become a dusty frame, forgotten on a rarely seen wall. Better to smell the earth and the water, learn the language of natural wonder, and see from your soul. Better.
Nice bench, isn’t it.
Shining Spirit 
This will work at sunrise, mid-day and maybe even in the afternoon. Thanks.