July 1, 2018

As your chest rises and falls while you sleep, I listen. I listen as the birds sing and flutter on the other side of the window screen. I watch as the heavy morning light softly soaks the humid Summer air. Waking in abundance, in the Kingdom, everything is simple and overwhelming. Each moment fills me to capacity in such a way that I am so full, I am empty. I am a skeleton dancing among eternity. Dust to be swept, ashes to be spread. I am the coffee drinking itself. Draped in silk at the kitchen table, perspiring in the heat. 

Your soft voice floats past me. Water in the creek, bubbling. Wind in the trees, whispering. Each morning I wake up and I just breathe for a little while. Your embrace is felt as I twist in the warm sheets and they wrap around me. Are you there? Can you feel me, too? 

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