Those tiny birds whose nest (House Wrens' home?)
was in the eaves of the porch roof outside the wall of windows
behind our wise, reverent Guiding Teacher
reiterated the profundity of "we are all one" by chiming in
with their cheerful chirps amplified thru his mic and speaker!
Then we walked along in silent solitude
as the Great Lakes waves caressed the damp, sandy beach
while breathing that nostalgic fishy aroma
reminiscent of lakeside jaunts long ago,
I couldn't help but beam with gratitude
for the serene, sacred sanctuary that we shared.
