Sunday Scribblings ~ Morning
Daughter of Eve, a light from the east draws you to wake,
but you are still deep in mystical dreaming.
You're immersion is a barrier to early external stirrings
and you continue being a visionary.
In this oblivion, you feel no pain, no worries
and regrets are too distant to recall.
Rise up Daughter, the day calls you
and the numbing spell has run its course.
Slumbers fog begins to lift and with it gone,
I wake into my portion.
I alone select my posture,
this freedom allows a moment for choice.
As a Daughter, I will rise
and gladly face each morning.
17 Comments:
this IS a beautiful post.
hi sweetie, been thinking about you, and many others i've 'met' over bloggerland and i have to say i'm a lucky sonofabiscuit...
i worry about you and a choice few others like you were blood to me.
i send you vibes, and you are kind enuf to reciprocate.
means a lot.
i'll try to post some more fuzzie n silly creatures on Sunday (early) 'cuz on Monday AM i'm onna plane to honolulu for the business trip. (and yesh, all work no play)
soooo, be kind, stay good, be well, and continue to do that voodoo-thatjoodoo....
:)
B
You are SUCH a darling.
I am hearing you.
Speaking of daughters... mine wanted to see your blog.. and she is totally in love with.
Said "I want to go see her"... like you are in our town (wish)... I said we will honey, we will, next year.
Whooohoooo.
Bx
this felt really
medicine wheel goddess
to me
oh beautiful one
xoxo
west facing east.
such a deep well of inspiration you are...xoxo
Mystical chants in the early morning.
Such a lovely thing . . . .
I read words such as these and wonder how someone can speak the words of their heart so eloquently. *sigh*
Wow, that's beautiful, both the poem and the photo!
What a beautiful piece of writing filled with so much truth, wisdom and healing. It creates a window, no make that a door of bright light in which to walk into both each morning, as well as in life.
Thank you for this....
xoxoxox
imagery and words beautiful and moving as always!!!!
XOXO
i come here and am immediately soothed...thank you, d.
What a beautiful poem of awakening, in the literal and metaphorical senses. Mmmm...lovely. xoxo, d
I love, love, love this Dar. You are incredible once again at your writings. ***Please somebody publish this girl***!!
Thank you for stopping by my blog to check in with me~everything is much better, the clouds around us have lifted a bit, and things are becoming more cheerful!
Sending you one of my cookies I made today!! Oh how i wish it worked that easy, but I would share if i could!
Much love to you!!
Teresa
These words just echo in my soul...even though it's late at night! I will save them to re-read in the morning, when I've awakened from my "mystical dreaming."
Beautiful :)
Your attitude shines through everything you write. What a lovely morning meditation.
this is a really sweet poem. i love the reminder that there is that window of choice, no matter how small or quick or easily unseen, but still there for us every morning.
i wanted to thank you for such a sweet comment. i really appreciate your support. everyone's words, yours included, have truly lifted me up. thank you.
"I alone select my posture,
this freedom allows a moment for choice."
Powerful . . . I love the picture and the potential in these words.
i have goose bumps. :)
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