Sunday morning musings

I’ve noticed that I am, with some frequency, particularly melancholy on pre-dawn Sunday mornings. Far from resisting this melancholy, it is something I have learned to welcome, from time to time, for it fosters some seriously playful self (and Self) reflection. To be quite honest I appreciate and embrace these achingly exquisite experiences now and the generous gift they have become in my life. These two poems were born, many moons apart, early on a Sunday morning.

if

if you feel lonely

water a tree  

if you feel wanderlust

sit still  and travel to your heart

if you feel sad beyond words

make strange sounds and salty tears

if you feel insignificant 

rescue a bug 

if you feel overwhelmed

tell someone anyone you love them   

if you feel wounded 

sing songs to the moon

if you feel lost 

kiss the ground

if you feel happy 

toss happiness in all directions

if you cherish the moment  

you are crazy rich

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walking the tao 

if you are not certain 

how to walk the tao

embrace uncertainty

embracing uncertainty 

allow the great mystery

to swallow you alive 

swallowed alive 

ride the dragon of curiosity 

into the nothingness 

in the nothingness 

see the cosmic womb

birthing the 10,000 things

seeing 10,000 things birthing

know  that separateness

is an illusion 

knowing the illusion

breathe deeply and drink

from the sea of compassion

drinking from the sea of compassion 

feel our one limitlessly loving heart

walking the tao

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