There is still beauty that pushes through the tiny cracks in hard concrete paths the sun still hangs glorious behind the gentle clouds passing by unrushed above the congested cacophony of highway All this light pollution cannot obliterate every star behind our protective veil of atmosphere this tender blue sphere still swirls through space defying the empty vacuum with precious life despite a history of catastrophic cataclysms It's better to keep breathing for something small than to be choked by the bitter absence of all that I once believed to be possible better to attempt to rise to the challenge of finding small pockets of pleasure in pain Sometimes I think my soul is crushed and given back to the cool soil so that I can be grounded once again in simplicity and experience the soft energy of starting over with fresh tiny tendrils of humble roots
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Little Moments
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
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.
