I wake afraid
not sure what to do next
but wanting to get it right
There is not enough
and too much at the same time
So I breathe
and wait
Seems I've been waiting a long time...
Saying I can't
What if I could?
Then what?
What if everything I want is already there
hanging on the lowest branch waiting to be plucked?
What if God is my alley
and my heart the clear channel to receive
Turn it on and
Listen
Through the heart I touch the vibrancy of color
I hear the sound of melody
I sense the secret magic pregnant in each moment
The need to do something
be something
show something
melts away
and the corners of my spirit lift into a soft smile.
Lack and overwhelm is a trance cast by the head
Presence is something felt in the heart.
Zorya says:
When you wake each morning
Crack open your heart
and have IT for breakfast
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