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Morning

While I lay restless dreaming

Moon slipped behind the mountain

Still I trust she was there

I am a reliable witness to events past

Therefore—

In the lambent light of this new morning

Remnants of my vivid dreamscape linger

A part of me remains present there

A mime with an indecipherable message

While I sip cinnamon coffee, breathe slow, read words from my morning text

Then read the same line again to embed

Both there and here

Presence and Absence

Which scene is this then and what act

Who’s offstage to feed my forgotten lines

Is the sky out my window the opening

Or the denouement

Is there a pause feature in this plot

I have questions to answers I think you know

Beginnings and Endings

At the close of each year

I like to reflect upon all

to note what it is I might have learned

before releasing the past forever to

the freedom of prevailing winds

Then I inhale deep and smile

my gaze upon the new year’s opening sky

anticipating the fledgling wonders

unfolding like a boardwalk through

the forest light of future exploring

Endings and Beginnings

Silences between

Gratitude for every moment

Every song and every scene🪶

On Meditation

Voice of steady calm

deeper then deeper still

Distractions tossing pebbles

soft rain upon windowglass

Drawstrings of a satin bag

closing loosening bound escapees

Crumbs dropping in silence

a straw grass collection plate

All those memory hallways

nebula of evermore faded rainbows

Maybe mindfulness intends

less nothing more everything

Freedom for wandering

fragments thought long gone to dust

A Hole in the Wall

Sheep watch with curiosity ready

for flight should you become dangerous

Talk soft like you place your boots

hoping there’s no bog below to seep in

Green is green

Ocean’s wild

You’re an actor in this epic scene

You alone with your whispers and wonder

Lean into stone window for faerie views

No one but painted sheep to question you

Pausing for Breath

Sit on that bench awhile

Look up at that sky

Listen to the birds call

Imagine what they talk about

Early one morning when you’re feeling glad

Grateful just to be still around

Lace up your boots and start walking

Up around the corner

Climb some hill

Take that stick waiting

There among the ferns

Grip it like a sheep herder

Like some old woman or man

Yes, keep on moving

But pause for breath too

There is time enough for everything

If you value the precious in you