mornings
while the peaceful sleep
i slip myself in the red pocket of birth.
birds
long running stitches, dart in and out of others dreaming
to catch the lightening dawn and fasten it tightly to the hem of
the receding dark bolt of night.
the heavy curtain rises,
in a whirl of stars, wings beating, fervent singing;
an offering for fresh eyes and believing.
each shiny black beak pulls firmly at the seam of life
opening a refuge,
a bright hope left ajar between the inevitable dark
and arrival of light.
perhaps the sleeping rest in a curve of peace,
while i stand before dawn undressing my heart.
i come to this excavation of soul
again and again
in the ink black darkness,
for i am certain i need this practice
this emptying to a place before words, judgement, measuring,
even reason.
stripping down to the bare white bones
that make us one,
whether waking or forever dreaming.
to the equality
between darkness and
the unfurling
light.
You are such a beautiful light, my friend. I so love to witness your shine.
Big love to you !
Posted by: Kim Mailhot | September 21, 2011 at 10:52 AM
So glad you are home dear, with words only you know how to string together, wooing our hearts!
I have missed you, hope your trip was all you wanted it to be, and you are not feeling too weary?
Sue x
Posted by: Sue Fox | September 21, 2011 at 12:05 PM
Happy Fall dear Rebecca!
May you find strength in the open faces of these morning GLORIES!
x..x
Posted by: Stephanie | September 21, 2011 at 01:08 PM
That photo - what a gift! Thank you!
Posted by: Karen Gerstenberger | September 21, 2011 at 01:19 PM
These words . . . ohhh these words.
Posted by: annie | September 21, 2011 at 02:44 PM
Words weaved brilliantly...each one glowing and shining and drenched in happiness of joy... Thanks for the gift Rebecca..
Posted by: Ramesh Sood | September 21, 2011 at 11:43 PM
such imagery
so fine...
i stop my computer hopping
to hold this thought for
my morning:
""perhaps the sleeping rest
in a curve of peace""
yes
yes
yes
i hold this Thought
as i move
thru
my morning...
Posted by: somepinkflowers | September 22, 2011 at 06:43 AM
Ahhhh Rebecca...
The birds stitching the fabric of morning.
How utterly lovely.
Posted by: gma | September 22, 2011 at 08:13 PM
I have read this three or four times rebecca. It is like a prayer, a meditative and sacred litany that I will hold in my heart. I hardly know how to comment on these word paintings you create, they are nearer than dreams and I love them so. Thank you.
xoxoxo,
Noelle
Posted by: Noelle | September 22, 2011 at 10:16 PM
Incredibly powerful words which are your story, I know, but my story, too. These words especially spoke to me: undressing my heart. i come to this excavation of soul.
I am thinking of you as I type this, hoping you are feeling some better.
Posted by: Fran aka Redondowriter | September 23, 2011 at 08:40 PM