Today I am replete.
A regular Sunday. No distinguishing features.
My body is tired. The sky bleak. The road in
front of my house a darker grey where the
rain is yet to evaporate.
I am at home.
Just me and my cat. Him
asleep in a different room.
Alone in the quiet and
stillness of my kitchen with its
high-ceiling and patchy walls,
I am replete.
There is the warmth of the
kerosene stove at my back, the
solid weight of my mug glazed
the dark blue-black of night filled
with hojicha in my hand.
My back to the washing
machine, I see before me
two tall vases of flowers. The
yellow lilies I bought in celebration
of spring fading now; the two-
tone carnations and purple
heather still holding their
own. Above a picture painted
in rich and beautiful colors by my
friend, an incredible artist.
All around and in the air the
sounds of silence: the windows gently
murmuring as the wind rocks
them in their frames, the kettle on
the kerosene stove humming
along, the background undertone of
A hint of rain in the air
even now, and the song of
the Universe in my ears.
All is still.
All is replete with beauty.
It seems that – in this moment –
everything is perfect.
Perhaps it is.
There are lands afar and vistas
of beauty I want to lose myself
in; sacred connection and partnership
I’m eager to experience; dreams
and visions bubbling up to be
born through me.
So much that still wants to be expressed.
So much still to experience.
So much joy, love, beauty,
pleasure, majesty, awe
to encounter anew.
In this moment as I sit, quietly
and fully inhabiting this space
of deep-seated presence, I’m
Whole and Complete.
I feel the pulse of Life
beating in my heart, connecting
me to the awareness of all
that is good in my life. I feel
my connection with something
beyond what can be seen with the
eyes or perceived with the mind – it
fills me with a deep-rooted peace.
Connects me to the heart of
Silence and All That Is.
Featured image courtesy of Skitterphoto.
The painting mentioned in the poem courtesy of Rozanne Henry‘s Etsy Store.