You Teach Me

You Teach Me

You teach us (me) to slow down

To be

With

Birdsong, light in concrete pavements

Noticing patterns, tones, irregularity

Framed by the beating of my heart

Breath, now steady, but with its potential to tell…

To share… infinite stories

Clues to the world inside (within)

Connections to the world with out

You teach us (me)

To be

With

To be with waiting

To notice the space and time we might need

To respond… to process

For beauty, wonder, excitement… questions

To ripple through our bodies

Wave like

Wordless

Filling up hearts, spaces inside with potential

Effervescent

You teach us (me)

To connect

With

Myself, the world around, a way of being

Full

Of details, wonder, uncertainty, possibility

Wordless

Stories told through lungs, hearts, eyes

In the curl of a lip or a fingertip

And yet, through these wordless teachings

You teach us (me)

To find words

Ways

of honouring this experience

This dance

That others might learn too

From you

That together we share and spread

The importance of small moments of joy, connection

Presence

Ways

Of being with

Filling up with meaning

Of what it is to be in this world

And why

You teach me (us)

To be

With it all