Falling Awake

" Don't stop,

Don't think,

Come to my door,

At any moment

even if your eyes

Are frightened by my light

My heart .... and my arms are open,

And need no rest.

They will always welcome You. "

                             - Hafiz

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I walk through the quiet beauty of the early morning

Stimulant (coffee) in hand, but ultimately unneeded

This is my time to “fall awake”

I have been doing this lately

For too many years I have woken up, swung my feet reluctantly out of bed

and have hit the ground running.

Now I try to take a moment, just a moment, to lie there, and breathe, and say good morning to myself? 

To touch base with my mind, but more, my heart, my soul 

Sometimes I walk gently through the Sacred space around my house

Today I walk

I see lilacs, thinking about blossoming, a good 6 weeks ahead of schedule

I see Iris, purple and gold confusion, coloring the way to the mountain which

strains into a sky of azure blue

two does peek at me from grass that is high and emerald green

while several yearlings play tag with wild abandon around them

behind them my pastures stretch rich and verdant

embellished with wildflowers of brilliant blue and yellow

the sun dances through the trees setting the grass aflame

and the smell of warming pines

floats lightly on a gentle breeze

this is not a time to stop and think

but merely a time

to walk in the light

and accept the open arms

and open heart

of the Sacred