Description: "Everything begs with the silent rocks for you to be flung out like light over this plain"…rumi
"Everything begs with the silent rocks for you to be flung out like light over this plain"…rumi
In the morning, I pledge myself to the dawn light, to be this consciousness stretched like fine gauze between dreams, slipping even now like mists over a dark pond, and a day that promises itself as it rises unknown, imagined in all its complicated ways, easy with this soft wind and the low chatter of waking birds.
I light the candles. Each a prayer unspoken, wordless as the next breath for all I cannot hold or rescue or save from itself. I pledge myself to something simple, a cup of good coffee, less caffeine now than in the old days, to what I can’t change, to what I can do.