Am I in agreement with this wind? Do my eyes concur with the light? Is there congruence between my soul and the river? The birds nurture the trees and air with their thoughts expressed as song … my ears are healed by their music. The taste of pear educates my mouth and the smell of molding leaves gifts my nostrils, enhancing their wisdom. My feet require the firmness of a path. Does my breath feed the trees? Does the weight of my footfall comfort this trail? Does the air retain my shape the way clothing does? It feels important to consider and remember these things.
