poem

I soften and walk to the sunrise

I write a feeling and I am not sure if I'm directing my heart, holding on or letting go

My mind is too much in play to be listening and I yearn to listen

In that sense I'm nesting, and I am ready to fly in the sunrise on the southern beaches.....

In a way the release is on my knee

Raising my heart and head to the sunrise and

Saying take me home......

And in my own self, my own body,. In a timeless time an expanse including everything I am

Safe and loved and comforted and enough!!!!

-k