Who are these silent strangers waiting for me to know who they are?

Monday, May 2, 2011

Here I Sit

Here I sit
alone in the dark
not sleeping
I embrace the silence
let it flow through me
In the darkness
nothing disturbs my senses
nothing clamors for attention
nothing needs to be done
Here I sit
still as the earth beneath me
my thoughts like
a feather in the wind
gently floating and drifting
facing East where the sun rises
I see only the anticipation of light
facing West where the sun sets
I see only the memory of what was
facing North where cold resides
I see myself reflected in the ice
facing South I see where warmth
breathes in the spring
Here I sit
acknowledging that I Am

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