Manifestation. A magical aspect of Being. That place of Being. Not. Yet. Physical. There is the knowing vibrating the cells of my body. Musical notes. Wind chimes made of glass.I hold a small bird in my open palm, close to my heart.
The wings expand, downy feathers of infancy transform into powerful wings. Flight. This moment holds ALL of it. In this Now, manifestation is a poem. This poem. Gently it grows. Taking new shape. Holding new spaciousness. I know not what form this manifestation will come to be. Today, It is this poem.