Untitled Reflection
April 03, 2018)
It is darkest before the dawn
my space is warmed by soft light
sounds and scents
rendered sweet
there is comfort here
of care
a willingness
to practice what supports
instead of distracts
it is a place
a state of being
that I share
with a minion of thoughts
all vying for my attention
it is ok
I do not mind
I like company at the table
as my words wake
bit by bit
with every stretch
scratch
and scrawl
the darkness
makes my windows
a mirror
so instead of seeing outside
I see myself
as I am sitting here
but the image is transparent
spiritlike
ephemeral
she rests her face in her hand and looks back at me
accepting we are one
the streets are flooding
with the sounds of rain soaked roadways
and early commuters rolling
through the intersection
of night and day
it is the urban ocean wave
crashing on the sidewalk shore
without rhythm
or pattern
only the continuation
as they come
like moments
the breath
and being
we are here together
waiting for the sun
as the earth turns over
in her bed
towards the start
of a new fresh day
2 comments
This is beautiful! So mindful and reflective. Thank you for offering us a glimpse into your daily meditation.
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