Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Cold Morning Walk


The essence now in that envelope
between night and dawn, 
the eastern sky silent through pure white spectrum,
everywhere crystalline frost, its task to bejewel 
fallen leaves and winter twigs,
and share itself with 
me.

Now, 
stillness—
deep silence,
until my soul opens up and
sees the all that is here
just, and only, now.
I need only
be.

Moving through the silence, only my
white breath moving, only my shoes
beating a faint cadence in this between time,
I become one with this world,
space where everything can be the future
if only I dream it, and move towards it.



—Neal Lemery 12/4/13

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