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
tog...

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....

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...

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...