Listening to the birds

Today I read a poem from Emily Dickinson. 

'Nature' is what We see -
The Hill - the Afternoon -
Squirrel - Eclipse - the Bumble bee -
Nay - Nature is Heaven -

'Nature' is what We hear -
The Bobolink - the Sea -
Thunder - the Cricket -
Nay - Nature is Harmony

'Nature' what We know -
But have have no Art to say -
So impotent our Wisdom is
To Her Sincerity -


Since September I did start to study again: Chinese medecin and Qi gong. It takes a lot of time and energy but it is exciting to explore this thinking. It often feels like remembering.
Before I started I knew that collecting knowledge is not essential. More important it is, to take time to listen to the birds and feel the wind on the skin or watch the stars.