Twelve seagulls sit along the cottage rooftop,
scanning the horizon,
like tiny white sentinels,
poised,
watchful,
alert.
Are they offering a lesson in mindfulness?
Teaching me to sit still,
to linger,
to pay attention
without agenda or need,
without expectation or hope.
Watch the horizon, they seem to say.
Be open to what appears.
Madeline Bialecki 
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