Up with the drive of the morning
And its have-tos and must-bes,
The frustrations of not getting there fast enough,
Of not being in the right place,
Of chasing our tail.
Holding a delicate balance across the void;
Between the dreamer, the other-worldly,
And the friction; the fire of BEing.
Then, remembering our breath mid morning (along with our coffee),
We lift our gaze for a moment from our phones
And a view suddenly opens up in the pause!
A different world!
A different life!
And that eternal point between grows fuller and fuller and full,
Until the observed finally becomes the outpouring of our hearts.
So that when now we reflect on:
Being woken up in the night to sooth a bad dream,
Being woken up too early by the joys of "its only 3 sleeps till my birthday",
And the dog having been sick on the rug,
We embrace all of this and more with gratitude for...
This opportunity to feel!
(As only a human can)
In this story called Life.
And our hearts sing out for this divine appointment that is uniquely ours.
Grabbing it with both hands.
