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Morning Meditation – By Diane Frank

Posted on Jun 17, 2017 by in June 2017 | 11 comments

Once again I am in the silent place

     where all motion is

     sun, moon, universe;   

where the tadpole becomes a galaxy

     and stardust is the seed

          of a new life;

where my deepest thoughts and dreams

     sing mountains into being

          sing the moon

and the reflection of junipers

     on the water

in the hallow carved

     by a shower of falling stars.

 

I am wide awake

     inside the light that knows my name,

          your name

and the secret silent names

     of lichen, peony, salamander

crossing the mountain path

     and disappearing into ferns and forest,

the underbelly of the dreams

     the planet has been spinning

          for billions of years.

 

I sing where the light shines

     inside rocks, the song of silver,

the music that becomes clay, mountain, river

    the cedars along the cliff by the ocean,

          the monarch butterfly, the hummingbird, backlit

          with moonlight, earth and sky.

A billion years, a moment,

     music of touching in the glow of  

the peach light of a new morning.

    The inner circle

          of the heart inside the heart

          where love is an open sky,

    and I follow.

11 Comments

  1. Love all the rich images in this poem.

    • JP – welcome to Diane’s world!!!!

  2. This is drink of cool water, in the middle of our hot day of hopeless politics. Whitman and all his grass would love this.

  3. The inner circle
    of the heart inside the heart
    where love is an open sky,
    and I follow.

    exquisite

  4. You took me to that amazing place. Beautiful.

  5. Totally wild silent incredible.

    “A tadpole becomes a galaxy”

    “I am wide awake inside the light that knows my name”

    This poem is yummy.I want it as a blanket.

  6. Your images bring me to the silent space we share …thank you ❤️

  7. The imagery brings a poetic sensibility to a universe revealed by science, and relies on the awe of the work of stardust over billions of years to create inspiring imagery. Nicely done Diane.

  8. emerging from the secret folds of being . . .

  9. “where my deepest thoughts and dreams
    sing mountains into being
    sing the moon”

    Educational!

  10. beautiful.