Waking

I touched his arm he held my hand for a brief moment “I love you” “I love you” I rolled out of bed to start my day loved   Image by Pexals

Morning Eyes

My waking mind at first resembles the humor of my dream, until a distant instinct pulls me toward a solid world. The cusp between my waking and my dream worlds lingers on my lashes like a misty gauze before a gentle rain.   The inspiration for this poem, oddly enough, was Longfellow’s Day Is Done, … More Morning Eyes

Collective Awakening

Holding the steaming cup in both hands, I walk in mindful meditation to the table, careful not to spill a single dark drop on the cream carpet.  I share my first sip of java with millions of my neighbors across barriers of geography, culture, and time as in unison we welcome a new day. Some … More Collective Awakening