The internal medicine cup
From which my soul sips holds
salt water waves
tree leaves patterned against a blue sky
Earth
Wildflowers
Mist rising from ancient ponds
Bougainvillea fronds
The smell of rain
And the feel of a dogs warm body
Nestled against my side
It is morning black coffee
And evening prayers
It is the smell of incense wafting on cool evening air
And candles just snuffed
A breeze that tangles in curtains, making them puff
It is magpies in the morning
And a Willy wag tail at midnight
It is the scratch of my pen across a page
Writing directly from my heart
The words that flow
With no thought for
“Is it good enough?”
“Does this make sense?”
“What will they think?”
I write for myself
To create an authentic life
Sinking deeper into alignment.
The pen is a wand breathing magic to life
Yearning seeks clarity
Integrity asks only
“Is this life as you would have it?”
My only wish, is that all we have the courage to move honestly and sincerely towards what fills our individual soul with light and peace
And that is a different thing
For every body
More photos from a week-end of salt water and nature
