listening [to the heart]

a day in the mountains.

an afternoon alone.

lying on the rocks,

thinking.

listening [to the heart],

"be safe."

the gentle whisper of bird's wings,

the soft hum of flies & bees,

breathing:

finding joy in life's journey.

basking in the radiance of nature,

the sun, the trees, the flowers.

the surrounding beauty.

be safe.

thoughts drifting through;

trickling down my spine.

this peaceful stream

slipping from puddle to puddle,

gliding from stone to pebble,

yet ending

not so suddenly.

rather,

expectedly.

be safe...

listening

to the stages of the heart.

my heart;

joy,

astonishment,

& doubt

intermingled with fear.

is it safe to ineptly enjoy

without preparational thoughts

of the eventual demise?
or to even assume a demise?
what about growth?
a blossoming hope.

be safe.