This morning I woke to silence
immediately losing myself
in the vastness of body and spirit.
I am reminded of the reason
I love this place.
I heard the echoing of a rooster
through the mountains.
I heard my body breathing,
the rain drizzling gently against my window,
the birds chirping their morning welcoming,
and the water flowing through the creeks
emptying into the pond.
This is morning. This is magic.
I have become so accustomed
to the noises that I no longer hear them.
They are a background nature-filled symphony
and I don’t want to ignore them.
I laid there, becoming a silhouette in the darkness of a rainy day
praying that I never forget this beauty.
I am content to be here
just as a musician hears notes
Summer is everywhere,
the heat clinging,
and each waking moment
brings sensory stimulation.
I cannot go back to the imbroglio of city life.
This is the ebb of me.
I rise and fall to the sounds of this mystical place,
gracefully dancing to all the melodies,
and the calling of my spirit
connecting to the Divine.