I used to think the little things were not enough to fill me up fear seems so much larger and closer than the morning sun perched on treetops but now I know how to see it how to bundle up all those little moments like so many love notes from the universe and boil them down to make a balm that heals and fortifies the restless soul I know how to let the little moments in I've seen them shrink those fears lightening the load of a heavy, hurting heart don't underestimate the power of fresh cut grass and spring showers the world offers refuge for all those who seek it transcribed into bird songs, babbling brooks, and the rustling of newly budded leaves the irony of life is overlooking what we need straining our necks to see the big picture without savoring the safety found in stillness and simplicity when the world gets too large you can find me with the small things wrapped in morning dewdrops dissolving my self into intricate mosaics of green
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Small Moments in the Morning
Open eyes, another new day the inky blackness of a night not yet over resisting each surrender to the sun, just like me The strained chorus of small voices reminding me that I am needed A sigh followed by a smile signals the transition from a warm cave of covers into the cold air A fresh start, an empty vessel eager to be filled again, but not just yet The soft stillness of the mind in the morning is something to be savored as we make the descent from dreams to daylight. Make an effort to linger here as long as you can Allow your mind to rest in the spaces in between That's where I'll be.
