Morning Meditation – By Diane Frank
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,
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.