If we do everything else
but that one thing, we will be lost. And if we do
nothing else but that one
thing, we will have lived a glorious life. Rumi
In my solitary quest
for a silent
Sunday morning
free of phones
and idle chatter
and hungry for
connection,
I watch the hazy
sky at dawn.
Then seek the
bronze/gold sun
of the inner
sunrise,
under the rich
cashmere shawl
of breath.
Where thoughts
are thrown back
into the lake
like fish
too small to
keep.
I am after bigger
fish,
the One Voice
that purrs
and picks me up,
kitten
in its mouth.
Held by the wide
Mothercomfort,
awe in the face
of such deep
nourishment, a
seed
reawakens-- the
passion
for living
inside-out.
