Morning Meditation

Listening as the light slips slowly from east to west, waking the world in its path, filling me until I disappear.  I’m coming home.

My sound as part of the cosmic hum; the calm before something’s about to break – the dawn, the first bird, a shell, my heart….

I slip back into the invisible and realign with all that is – the eternal source of hope.

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