“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” -Khalil Gibran
Every action, regardless of movement or motility, is expressive. Expression, the unique mark or presence a being makes upon the Universe, is the creative combination of physical matter into an infinite array of forms and functions. Consciousness, veritably, with hands in clay, molding perfectly the next vista for eyes to behold; manipulating sound waves to send sweet melodies of prose and lyric for ears to hear, or the way gravity causes the moon to move perfectly in orbit around Earth, never ceasing, holding all in its balance. Infinite expression also means infinite conception, perception, and or reception of moments; adding new depths and dimensions to experience. One could spend a lifetime just sitting, and witness the canvas of existence change around them by moment, by season, by year, by decades and beyond. Think about that, humans and the things they create are just a minuscule aspect of the art that exists on this planet, let alone this side of the Universe! What about appreciating the artwork that was there long before you, and will be around long after you? What about remembering the language of your heart, so that you may hear the poems spoken all about you on the pages of your life? What if, for just a moment, you forgot what you think you know and dial into innate wisdom of what you and your surroundings really are?
On this day, I will sit quietly and observe the beauty around me. I will open my eyes that I may see it as an expression of the divine, of life, as anything other than my first impression, which is typically just a word. I will release the limitation of description and allow myself the experience of what I am beholding. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼