When the Sun hits the Earth,
slanted light,
the world is sacred.
Bathed in silky, honey gold,
dew drops glistening,
the morning songs of birds,
it is here that my heart feels whole.
Before the children wake up, and
the work duties begin. Before the
cleaning and the doing and the getting
to places on time, it is here, hovering
below the surface of the busy world
that magic is happening.
I long for this time,
when I don't need to look good
or be a certain way or try to please anyone.
Where all that I am is only perfect,
where I can be
the wild, loving creature that I am.
I long for this time,
when I don't need to look good
or be a certain way or try to please anyone.
Where all that I am is only perfect,
where I can be
the wild, loving creature that I am.
I forget this, sometimes,
and in hurried fashion try to compose myself
for a day of responsibilities.
I miss the magic when my heavy heart
is too busy to stop
and remember the healing that is
hovering below the surface.
Today as I felt my muscles move my bones
along a path bathed in honey gold
I felt tears welling up inside, wanting
to spill out. Grateful, for the reminder
that wholeness is here for the taking,
.here, when the Sun hits the Earth,
slanted light
and the world is sacred.
