Morning Pages and more Morning Pages…

I have been trying to restart this practice with varied amounts of success. I simply feel better when I do it. Often, if I have time, it leads to other types of meditation that also add to my day. Maybe, all of the organizing, sorting, and other physical an...

upon waking

with the warm glow of you utterly present

i sigh a smile.

still listening

to your eyes

and all their stories that i wait to know.

breathe

slowly in stillness.

and feel the air cool and slow linger within.

I woke up this morning to the silence.

It was open and warm with the memory of yesterday.

Filled with thoughts of you for me to linger upon.

Please never doubt that your smile can inspire words as graceful as these.

For even the ghost of your presence smells warm like spring.

And dreams me of May when you and I can know each other among the flowers.

Take a walk with me through water falling and puddled beneath our feet

and laugh word with me as we spend time remembering each other

together our words will paint pictures in oils and chalk that the water from above will spread to every corner of the sidewalk and make it ours together.

How have you captured my dreaming thoughts so clearly and so soon?

Already I smile at the thought of you.

within the moment of rain

the sound the crack and splat

the sound expands and washes across the noise cleansing the street of traffic and conversation

months are peeled away revealing the ever-present beneath

but I sit here in a cavernous place feeling that my heart is alone

and all I have are memories of love requited and not

wishing for either now

Quietly,

I sit

waiting for the scent of a velvety, brown, brew to waft by.

stands a willow who whispered green within a field of brown.

She stood there persistent while the others slept

Until those around her dreamed her whispers

and woke.

i step outside into a breeze too raw for spring still tinged by the melting snow.

in a day or two the last whiteness will be gone and the air will blunt with warmth.

i take in my arms birch wood.

an easy burn in the days of lengthened light

and i wonder toward nights soon to come.

warmer n...

turn up your eyes to me so i may share in their wonder.

for when i draw close they shade themselves from my view.

in reply mine hide as well

in the moments

before

we touch.

You know the moment?

Something has pulled you out of the beat, and suddenly, you are outside the rhythm… a fly upon the back of the homunculus born of the magical alembic

you breathe but alone

and so, you move groping about long before realizing something has happened

until you pick up your...

I am in Chapter 2. Olivia and I had a long talk about the nature of the Wood Between the Worlds. Five and three-quarter year olds have a surprisingly deep understanding of metaphysics.

From Chapter 2:

The faint colors that a sunrise can add to countryside often reveal a beauty unseen by day. As...