A MORNING AWAKENING

A bit of awakening arises

like morning sun reaching through curtains

Which brings a question, Do I want to wake?

Ego immediately says, “Nah, pull up the covers!”

Mind says, “Maybe. Let’s think on it.”

Body says, “Move slowly at first. We don’t want to pull anything.”

Spirit says nothing but crackles with joy.

NOT WHAT, WHO

I asked:

What stands in the way

of love,

of joy,

of noticing a bee pollinating a flower

on a summer’s day?

(silence)

The answer appeared:

The wrong question I was

asking.

For no thing stood blocking

these experiences were always

knocking.

It was not what,

but who.

(silence)

(looks in mirror)