Touch me where the secrets lie
Hold me, and search for them.
They wait in the darkness,
For your light to find them.
Set them free
With the sparkle of your eyes
With the sweetness of your breath,
With the tenderness of your touch.
Secrets, unchained
Fill the spaces between us
Where do you end?
Where do I begin?
Our bodies connect
Relentlessly.
Each secret we release
Sends us closer to the stars.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Image from Google Images
Dogs barking,
A plane hums overhead,
Crickets chirping,
The smell of fresh cut grass,
Children laughing,
And screen doors slamming.
And then,
The stillness takes over.
Not even a hint of a breeze,
Not a single dark cloud in the blue.
Momentarily,
Not a sound.
Summer.
A peaceful summer’s eve.
She sits in her sacred place
And listens to the sounds of the earth.
This earth,
This planet.
This body.
This heart.
She’s grateful,
Because, what else is there?
Day and night,
The sun, and the moon.
The breeze and the stillness.
The green trees and the blue sky.
The ocean and the stars.
Life, the gift.
Hard time waking up this morning. I was in such a deep sleep. I don’t use an alarm, and woke at my regular time, around 5:15 AM, or 5:30, but I kept dozing off for minutes, again, and I slept well, and 7 hours. It’s as if the many nights I have slept badly are all trying to get undone. There was a text from S, about 10 minutes after I shut off the light next to my bed, that I didn’t even hear the alert for. Dead to the world.
When I finally crawled out of bed, shaking the cobwebs from my head, and wandered into the kitchen, it was very dark, darker than normal, because it’s a rainy dank week, and very cloudy. But the skies must have cleared for a moment in just the spot where the last morning star this time of year shines. I looked out my kitchen window, as I made coffee and saw it shining, like a beacon, like a gift. One beautiful star…..It was gone again moments later,covered over again by clouds.
A little gift from the universe. As was finding the text from S when I woke up. As are a lot of things I often don’t bother to be grateful for.
We’re supposed to get Hurricane Joaquin Sunday night and Monday. It’s now a Cat 3 storm. Not likely at all that it will miss us completely. This weekend will be storm preparations, even today, I’m going to go to the store and stock up on water, and foods that I can prepare in advance of having no power for a few days. I live about 30 or 40 miles from the coast as the crow flies. It wont be the worst, but we’ll feel it. Last tropical storm we had 4 years ago we lost power for 3 days, and that was a short time, many were out a week or more. UGH.
I’ll keep in mind the morning star….and know that it’s there under the clouds. And will return, when the storm is over.
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