She had a smell history
with built in buttons
for convenience and automation
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Fresh bread baking
speaks to her of comfort and family
Fresh cut grass awakens
watermelon juice dripping
down the chin on hot summer day
Other’s trigger memories
or attitudes or untouched feelings
She is not controlled by her history
and she is enriched by it
Serene in the face of gossip
Awake in the wake of war
At peace in the midst of violence
One in a group of many
To be in the middle of doing
Silence in the center of cacophany
Joy in the heart of sadness
Grace, the seed inside disdain
Love, throughout all
One…
I’m not just talking about awakening in the morning or from a nap, although I would like to say, those are both joyous occasions too. I love it when I remember gratitude while awakening from sleep, for example. It is my daily practice to silently give thanks for the gift of life, and the brand new day. That is a joyous and celebratory practice that brings my whole day a sweetened by gratitude flavor.
There is a deeper awakening that carries with it an even more intense joy. That has to do with awakening to my own consciousness, to conscientiously be aware and focused in every moment of life that I can maintain the practice of paying attention. This “awakening” provides a whole new level of joy, because it intensifies the connection between my aware self and Spirit (or the greater awareness).
Lately, I have been experiencing more and more of this kind of joy, especially as I work on inner acceptance of what Spirit has to offer me. Being willing to receive from Spirit, on a conscious level, opens me up with ready receptivity to all that is good and all that serves my highest good.
Stuff just keeps getting better and better, and more and more joy-full. It’s so different from what I am used to, growing up. It almost hurts, it’s so wonderful. And so, I am grateful.
“Leaf it to me,” he cried,
with outstretched branches
face aloft, eyes closed
braced for vigorous showers
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Green
rich, palpable, shimmering
deep spring green
everywhere
feeds the eyes
awakens the soul
energizes, heals
At dawning, the full moon
paling on her journey west..
Birds shake awake with
crisping leaves glowing
new light awakening..
Misunderstood crows
caw indiscriminately —
city roosters between
darkness and light
