I write that is what I do, 
I write to share my
discoveries, 
the beauty that i see
the sounds that I hear that mellow my heart
i see the 
blackbirds dancing under yellow flower leaveless trees
bathing in the sun,
i see
i see  the great hearing tree
the national tree of Costa Rica
green shaped by 
perfect ears, they say is the 'Signature of all Things
the 
being that designed everything
to show us, to talk to us
yes. it is the listening tree
you sit by a tree and close your eyes and drift away
to hear deep in the heart
the silence that is stillness that is able to
connect more profoundly to one another 
more profoundly of who we are
the Signature of all things, rings my ears that there is a
being behind all this 
consciousness of mother Earth
the great being that loves us into the womb as we sleep and  
yes it is supporting every step we take 
every word that we love
that we utter
every word, every fear forgotten  
it shelters us
and
liberated into our hands we see
i see 
there are beings that are with us
and embracing every single moment, thought, word 
each being like 
the wind is a being that carries every growing movement  
it moves us
shift us
shapes us
each wind 

i am the woman of west wind
and I move with God
that mysterious discovery of calmness
compassion, softness 
gentleness 
Yes
i acknowledge the heart of the west wind woman
riding and leading without shame
without chains,
travelling through  
here i am seeking to know, learning more about being completely transparent as I was born 
at the beggining, i long to recuperate that transparency fully
that we conquer when there is 
awe
passion 
excitement to 
see,
 how we can see always
if we still just believe

working and walking and breathing in my words to hear you...

Oropendolas fascinate me by their hanging nests from palm trees swinging with the wind, sun, storms, night and day, 'golden oriole' http://youtu.be/zDer1nof8ZU are day after day.

teach me the magic of song 

how to delve into the stillness of heart

teach me the tunes of melody when you 

fly into the sky 

teach me the intricate weaving of your nest 

to later flight into the woven darkness of your 

birth

before bursting into light