To Listen

I am grateful there are no more hours to the day then is afforded to me in the long summer arc of the sun. As the birds sing in the morning and softer as gentle lovers into the night, my Soul. From the night into dawn, even when I come from places where horrors threaten to gobble up peace, I feel this reset that nourishes. Each morning awaking into this moment of time and body, Spirit whispers, you are here now. Remember yourself. I spread into this life. I have learned my anchors. If I had no anchor I would spread too open the sails to the winds. The noisy people who have lost their harmony that dwell in this time would be unbearable. I am practiced, with many anchors and can fall in love with an ease now into this body and time. This morning waking into gentleness, there is a shift in the winds across my Soul. This is the still gentle wind, I am steadied. To experience breath in a symphonious union of Spirit, my mind smiles and is still.

Art by Ed Org