A messenger – Jacinta Rice

There they are, the travelling pelicans
skimming the surface of the lake.

Grandfather and grandson?

Silent, except for the flapping of
their wide, strong wings.

Both focussed on some goal ahead.

I hold my picnic sandwich
mesmerised, smiling joyfully at
such companionship.

Suddenly
the young one stops
landing directly opposite me at
the foot of the hill
and now fearlessly struts towards me
closer, closer,
so near now.

We look at each other…
in the eye.

Are you hungry? I say

offering my sandwich.

No movement. No change.

Just a fixed, friendly gaze.

You are beautiful, I exclaim.

No movement. No change.

I wonder, amazed.

Then within me, I hear
You are beautiful, too.

I must believe this truth?
I hesitate, breathless, then accept.
He turns away towards the lake
convincing me then of
our existing Oneness.

(Based on an experience 30 years ago at Lake Gininderra, ACT).