Hear my thoughts. When presence is in stillness and time does not abide. Warming sun pierces through a golden pedal blossom. I nest in the lushness of soft mother Earth. Cool breeze swipes across my face and shoulders, and belly, all the way to the my toes. In complete Now-ness. In silence but not silent. Life. Aliveness. Living. In Be-ing… No thoughts to be hearing.