Inspiration: Fear

Looking within.

Inspiration?

Anger, fear, curiosity.

Life used to be fueled by the external before: what are people doing? Doing wrong? Right? Again? Still?

Now, I’m annoyed by it.

How do I feel?

What do I think?

What are we experiencing?

Do we love it?

The most beautiful of what I see is staring back at me.

It waits.

It sees and it waits.

It’s patient.

The water. The trees. The grass. The birds.

They wait.

And they’ll be back.

I judge the cars and the people - so rushed and supposedly “out of touch”.

But the birds?

“Be like us”, they say.

They sing and the waterfall it bubbles.

They remind me to see again. To see.

To see what waits happily and patiently and will wait forevermore.

It’ll wait for you to look and to breathe.

It’ll wait for you to see, too.