Always a work of becoming.
Opening.
Awakening.
Unfolding.
Releasing that which I have held on to
In desperation, fear
And unworthiness.
Welcoming magic.
Always a work of becoming.
Opening.
Awakening.
Unfolding.
Releasing that which I have held on to
In desperation, fear
And unworthiness.
Welcoming magic.
Chilly winter.
Sun sets kaleidoscopic sparkles afire.
Kitty sits by the window
Looking ready to pounce on
An unsuspecting bunny.
How he longs to be free
Just like little bunny.
Oh, but what a rude awakening it would be for him to be suddenly left in the wild to fend for himself.
So dream he will
From the warmth of my lap
Of wild days unknown to him this life.
No sound mind here.
Spellbound.
I am an
Awakening star
In response to your
Lightest touch.
Your magic stays within me
Where you have left it
For my pleasure
Alone.
Every moment
We are awakening.
We are the student and the teacher
In every way.
Each moment
We are teaching each other
How to live and love.
Each moment
We are learning from each other
How to love and live.
Live and love
In this awareness.
One day
I realized
If I slept too long
I would miss the moments
When the world was quiet.
I would miss
Beauty awakening
And
The first gentle caress of
Light in my world.
I would miss
The silent whisper of the day saying
“Here I am in all my glory just for you. Use me up until there is nothing left.”