The day comes slowly to light, softly.

I’m with these words of Gary Snyder.  

As the crickets’ soft autumn hum

Is to us

so are we to the trees

as are they 

to the rocks and the hills.

Enter gently this new month.

Allow the fuel of compassion to move through each touch, the living, loving song of anchoring and swinging on moving in and out, the wings and heart of breath.  

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