I Long For...

I long for nothing but the quiet stillness of my bed.

The safe and honest space where nothing sturs.

The inner turmoil is quietly paused and rebirth emerges.

From this sacred pause, the soul is realigned.

I long for the quiet paths of the mountains.

Where the air is crisp and the breeze whispers.

The inner chaos dims enough to feel rawness.

From this sacred place, imagination trumps logic.

I long for the stillness of foggy mornings.

Where the low visibility becomes a guide.

The inner fragility begins to fall away.

From this sacred place, creativity blossoms.

I long for the sea breeze and seagulls of the beach.

Where the salty air leaves my hair wavy.

The inner storm settles and rhythm is found.

From this sacred place, the waves bring peace.

I long for the gentle tickle of my dog's fur on my face.

Where my dog's heartbeat shows me the way.

The rumination stops and makes way for presence.

From this sacred place, a gentle ease takes hold.

P.S. Kay I really miss you, my beloved soul dog.