Changing Hills

[fjrogers]

Changing Hills

Green slopes rising
turning brown
after summer's length
has dwindled-
giving way
to autumn's breath
making swift entry
diverse and steady
like seasons rolling in
and soaring
to resting point....
then changing
like driftwood going home
to place of birth
on other shores.

Soft rain falls
in coming days
erratic ways
on landscape
that's old and new
in painted hue-
where gold and silver reign
with valiant claim
then shine
and wax and wane.

[paul]

If you put your attention to those hills, being out of sight of them, can you feel their watching you?

Why do they watch you?

[fjrogers]

I can sometimes feel them watching me. I see what you mean. I guess they need some attention.

[paul]

What do you hold for them? Look in your heart to see what pattern is there for them - a literal statement

[fjrogers]

A flowing energy pattern.

[paul]

What happens when you give the energy pattern to the hills?

[fjrogers]

It should respond accordingly.