Thursday, July 29, 2004


MORNING SPACE

Coming closer into the Garden View, I watch the morning become itself. I close myself around myself and feel the tender parts of me become nurtured. I look through the loft door and become enamoured with all the rich color and line is see, Morning becomes a rich oasis for my eyes. The playfulness of a life becomes centered into one Garden plan and I realize I have reached what I have sought to feel. A pattern now sets into place, a picture becomes whole with the richness of time. The patience of years becomes slowly into place. One view becomes the window I look through, and the joining of images becomes purposed.
I recall the past only to set doubt aside. I lean into the erasure of fear and become more compassionate with who I am.
Life becomes more rocked than pushed, and I roll out the door into the Garden Plan.
Clarity

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Jeffoto Likes this one a-lot. And he likes the ones before a-whole-lot. But he really likes all of them together a-whole-whole-lot-of-the-lot. And that's a-lot!

Love, me