candid
December 21st, 2003, 02:25 PM
I woke up early this morning.
Turning and stretching; the dim morning light felt welcoming. I laid there for a few minutes allowing this awakened dimension to slowly wash over me like a stone beneath a babbling brook, sunlight sparking over the surface of yesterday?s memories.
Recollections of heart?s words began rolling in, the waves growing with each second. Turbulent waters rushed me through the thicket along the river bank, grinding through the miry obstructions, swirling in murky confusion and fear.
What had I done? What had I said? What does it mean!
Word by word, thought by thought, I continued toward the ocean of greater understanding. I was adjusting. And rather than dissipate, the impressions I held in the palm of my hand began to open like a lotus. I felt peace and rightness, allowing the truths to open slowly in the young morning light.
"Its safe," I heard you whisper.
I lay back against the soft earthly pillow, pondering a new virtue called love.
Turning and stretching; the dim morning light felt welcoming. I laid there for a few minutes allowing this awakened dimension to slowly wash over me like a stone beneath a babbling brook, sunlight sparking over the surface of yesterday?s memories.
Recollections of heart?s words began rolling in, the waves growing with each second. Turbulent waters rushed me through the thicket along the river bank, grinding through the miry obstructions, swirling in murky confusion and fear.
What had I done? What had I said? What does it mean!
Word by word, thought by thought, I continued toward the ocean of greater understanding. I was adjusting. And rather than dissipate, the impressions I held in the palm of my hand began to open like a lotus. I felt peace and rightness, allowing the truths to open slowly in the young morning light.
"Its safe," I heard you whisper.
I lay back against the soft earthly pillow, pondering a new virtue called love.