This last morning meditation in Puerto Rico, i listened to the native little frog, the coqui, which sings its co-qui song from sunset to sunrise. That little frog is loud!
Knowing that this morning is my last tropical morning for quite a while, i soaked into the co-qui call, using the labels “Hear Out” and then “Gone” at the end of each tweet.
This vacation is going, going, about to be gone. This ocean breeze. This breath. This blink of an eye.
As the sun rose, I heard the coqui call become lighter and lighter–as if the coqui were falling asleep while still singing to her neighbors. “Co” silence. “Co.” Gone. The coqui’s song was gone for the day. The coqui had gone to sleep.