Meditation Sits In Me

A poem.

Meditation is a practice of cultivating innermost listening, a receptivity to the subtle and what is. Once in a while, in pre-dawn early morning, grace descends with the dew. Then, I do not sit in meditation; meditation sits in me.

Night sits inside of me ~

Cricket chant

Bird trills

golden green parrot Wings flutter

The Little One wakes at Dawn

Whispering Her secrets:

Bless This Day

Bless This Day

Originally published at medium.com

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