I slide the door open, and step out into the frosty Oregon morning. Taking my trusty campanions, my coffee and cigarettes, I wander out back. Finding a place to sit, I take a few sips of my coffee and breathe deeply.
"I inhale you God"
A small, frantic yellow bird briefly lights on the back fence and chirps a little morning song, seemingly, in my self-centered world, right to me. I hear several other birds waking up the morning with their various songs, and traffic going by on the street, the wind in the trees, my neighbors doing their morning preparations to meet the day ahead.
"I hear you God"
The sun has not been seen for days, but all of a sudden, in my meditative state, there is a brief glimpse of sunshine on the far hills, making me smile. The trees are beginning to bud, the birdbath still has a layer of ice on it. Over in the corner, there is one single flower, my favorite, an amazingly deep purple Iris. It's slowly pushing it's way up through the dirt and compost to meet the light of this Spring morning.
"I see you God"
As the warm coffee touches my tongue and slides down my throat I taste the sunlight, wind, rain and soil of another country.
"I taste you God"
There is a slight breeze, bringing with it the acrid smells of the farm down the road. My nose wrinkles at the smell. The exhaust from my neighbors starting their cars comes over the fence as well, mixing with the perfume of manure, horses, bare earth. The cigarette in the ashtray next to me is still smoldering, even though I thought I put it out. As I take another sip of coffee, my nose goes into the cup and I smell the sunlight, wind, rain and soil of another country in my cup.
"I smell you God"
We are One
Namaste _/\_