A contemplative morning. Holding the awareness of letting the busy mind not take over too much of my peace. Gathering to my highest good, the joy of noticing without judgement or correction. I have my fingers crossed.
Time chants illusion
yesterdays and tomorrows
Gone, not here, Be now
Gaia gives rumble
Tidal waves of sweat and tears
She births a new Way
The the nature of you
Joyful, volatile, seasoned
Is being natural
You are all ready
Here, there, and now
You forgot yourself
In stillness you know
Beyond the inner mind noise
Peace is Loves way home
