Where The Light Gets In

14344273_10155221751713858_8826651091601268923_nWhere the Light Gets In

In the tiny cracks in the armor
that I built to protect myself
the Light gets in
to soften me
and illuminate my wholeness.

Through the tiny moments of pause
in the busyness of my mind
the Light breaks through
reminding me that sacredness lives
in every moment.

When I breath in
the Light spreads through me,
tracing the tiny thread of gold
that knits together my soul.

When I open my eyes to see
the Light shines out and reveals
that Golden Web that weaves
me to you and you to me.

SM 4-10-16

Morning Prayers

15220026_10155493433208858_2527305294282649876_nMorning Prayers 

Grabbing the clock. 5:30 am, I sign. 

I shuffle the pillows and turn over, hoping for one more hour of sleep. 

You snuggle in, and the rhythmic sound of your breath soothes me for a while. 

My unwilling mind demands I wake.  More signs. 

Exuberantly you jump from the bed, joyfully greeting the day with staccato barks. 

My hand smoothes your soft fur. 

I shuffle to the door, grab coffee and return to bed. 

The discipline of practice sets in, seeking inward refuge. 

I settle into the quiet of morning meditation, your head gently resting in my lap.

You watch the world as I watch the breath. 

Together we meet the day in silent reverence.