MORNING SPACE

Within the time morning breaks and I open my eyes is a stillness that acclimates me to the essence of the day. I lay awake within and fill my mind with the leftover of dreams and the feelings of return. The light comes through the trees and reaches into the Garden Center. The spread of pattern then begins her journey across the garden floor.
Each flower dips into the pattern and drinks up the blend of harmony that spills into its roots and leaves. The buds open and lay fertile their interior for the birds and bees who then too drink up the pattern till it reaches their wings. The spread opens them, and they fly through the pattern of life reaching into their delicate sensing, and the tones begin to emerge from them. Songs. Songs of color, brilliance, illumination, and beauty, all calling the center of life into itself.
Clarity