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,
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.
Love all the rich images in this poem.
JP – welcome to Diane’s world!!!!
This is drink of cool water, in the middle of our hot day of hopeless politics. Whitman and all his grass would love this.
The inner circle
of the heart inside the heart
where love is an open sky,
and I follow.
exquisite
You took me to that amazing place. Beautiful.
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.
Your images bring me to the silent space we share …thank you ❤️
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.
emerging from the secret folds of being . . .
“where my deepest thoughts and dreams
sing mountains into being
sing the moon”
Educational!
beautiful.