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
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




I am crazy rich and riding the dragon 🐉
Love the simplicity straight forward words. Thank you.