I lie on my mat and ponder the wickedness in this world
Softly chanting mantras
Calling for light in dark corners
Offering praise for the ones showing us the way
I meditate
Cleaning the slate of my overworked and overwrought thoughts
I move my body
Stretching muscles
Mending tissues
Restoring cells
Experiencing joy in the work
Content that heaven exists
in the garden planted,
the mountains climbed,
the paths run
and
the moments magnified by love
Day 20. Namaste
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This morning the park is quiet, gray and green
Last night’s cooling rains have tamped down the heated energy of the universe
I am soothed by the lack of searing light
Today I will rejoice in the unfolding
Allow myself to pause
breath and meditate
create and love
move forward
keeping my eyes on the prize
And let the winds carry my cares away
I am honoring a request from Tasmania (whose comment I read this morning and accidentally trashed; please forgive me :). This poem is total stream of consciousness. Thank you for reminding me of my other creative gifts.
Building A Life Of Hope 