Jun 13, 2021

Waking early, sleeping well.

Today I woke up 

early, just as the sun 

was pouring 

the beauty of the golden light 

from her stone jar 

over the multicolored flowers 

of the sleeping sky. 

I am 

so thankful for this imperfect 

and glorious life.


I want to rest in a pale room with open windows. 

A breeze as fresh as a new day. 


And I want my hands to touch 

the last moment of light before I sleep. 

Then darkness.


Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there.



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