~ Alphonse Marie de la Martine
darkness still, as she awakens
arising to a day holding promise
dawn's darkness wraps cool body
as she shuffles to her coffee press
tinges of white frost coat grasses
orange candle lit, for her to know
which direction the day will unfold
to clarify morning's dream: where it will go
the more the breath is focused on the one,
the less the hair line fracture of divisiveness
the more the body stays still, to bathe in quietude
the more the flame relaxes to stillness, brightening mood
no magic miracles bring her joy
just this: simply sitting, sipping hot
black coffee, morning prayer;
cats cozy in blanketed peace
breathing sunrisen air
Kate Lamberg
11/6/11
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