Friday, January 2, 2015
waking up, rising
I wake up
a new day is here
but now what?
ever so slightly
mind steps into this open space
judgement fear doubt
how do I make the first move?
The first move has already been made
my response is all that is required
be it to make a cup of tea
to greet the sun and morning birds
to taste a dream fragment just a while longer
or to breathe more deeply till the body alights....
so, to be a response to this new year's day
will take me in
to a flow
and to trust in what chooses.
today the rose petals were dry enough
to fall easily
with a finger's nudge
into a waiting bowl.
their color, once a shocking magenta,
somehow rosier now,
deeper than memory.
I'm offering rose petals to the unknown
another silent gesture
planting seeds in trust.
January 1, 2015