Shape shifting into a new day. I’m in the body of a very middle aged woman who’s eyes are all puffy from allergies. I need not share with you the rest of what that body is. Suffice to say, it’s more than operational. (I’m laughing right now) Really, I am. Attitude: terrific, glimmering on ridiculously good.
The weather outside is divine. Love the cool sunny mornings. I inhale peace.
Peace smells like family meals
and friends potluck dinners
With laughter in abundance and
Care-fullness around the celebration.
Peace smells like puppy breath.
A frolic of clumsy fur and paws
playing trampoline on your chest.
Licking and nipping wildly at your ear
Peace smells like a lovers whisper.
Wrapped in sheets tumbled by
hunger’s desire and the calm
of exhaustion laid to moist skin
Peace smells like mossy silence.
A cloudless day of blue through
a path of majestic White Pine.
The soft needles kiss your face.
Peace smells like glittering Light
A shimmering eminence aglow.
The echo of the heart’s call to Joy
that rises beyond yesterday’s lament
Peace smells like a Full Moon night
Where darkness is filled with Light
And the communion is sacred to
the sharing in the rise and set
Peace is found everywhere when
it’s allowed in.
Peace is in everything when
when you believe it
Peace IS when you want it
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 