Words fall like feathers
Light empty spaces filled with promise
Reaching states of peace and calm
Expanding the thin tall room
The place where soothing winds blow through curtains
And silence fills the soul.
Heart beat echoes where there is heard
A repetitive breath slow and sure
Moving in and out like dreams come true
A place borne of knowing
It always moves back to home.
Lungs fill with yellow light beaming
And the warmth folds into the softest skin
Scents of jasmine and pine drift on breezes
And the tendrils of thought rise above the ceiling
Unable to be contained they flow outward
Into the energy of the morning that finds
A friend waiting to share
Of piece of peace
Touching down gently there
In an open hand ready
For simplicity.
Thoughts as I sit here on a comfortable morning, roused a bit early by the hounds who decided it was time to awaken and enjoy the peace together and wait for the sun to find us patiently waiting in eager joy. Good morning world, and happiest Thursday.
