Tea and sunrise

Magpies stomping on the roof

Rustling sounds in the garden 

different 
to the nocturnal rustlings

bolder



shadows of the morning walkers 

diligent silhouettes 
passing by my window 

the dusty film makes it all seem
so romantic 

lace hanging haphazardly 

like a renaissance era opera dancer

backstage 
in a state of delicious dishevelment 
limbs everywhere 



Dogs pull their humans
eager to know what news this day brings
so easily sated 
by the daily miracle 
of the sun remembering to rise



What further delight 
would any sane person 
seek to seek?



Stay here in this

the gold of highest value

hear the praises 
sung by those with wings

whose freedom of flight 
allows the broadest view from above 

who still choose 
to come home to roost

They will always remind me

that to be near a tree
is all I need

To breathe the freshness 
of the new day

in through my newest leaves
down to my deepest roots 

And to feel my expansion 

My belonging 

My arrival home 

In every direction 

as I exhale 



Dwelling in the ultimate dimension 



Grateful for this breath

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