An eagle fly’s low over the ocean as the evening sun sets low in the sky. Hues of crimson, gold, and yellow fill the heavens as everything stands still for a moment. Yet the beating of my heart, the leaves on the tree, and the ocean move in rhythm, back and forth, without effort, as everything takes its place like it has a million times before.
And so it is that I am witness — aware that I AM here.
“Oh God, I will witness my self and be at peace”
The Relaxed Soul