Time, this morning

Good morning world

 

Good morning melody....
being swept so softly
across my awakening gray matter

Soothing,
coaching me to wake up
to beauty and life’s lovely
and simple offerings

Like laughter form a child
or the purring of a kitten
it makes me smile

And my day begins
with lips that tease of a light heart
as I sway back and forth

To the magic of your guitar

 

Good morning solitude
that wraps its arm around me
and leads me here to this

Quiet place
of soulful reflection and stillness

That sits me down
and perches on the end of my chair

Gesturing me forward
as I close my eyes and move my fingers

across the key board
in rhythm with the music
being played around me

and I play
my own music
in honour of you.

 

Good morning earth
that grows
and dances
and sings
outside my little window

Entertaining,
displaying,
 teaching
and healing me
in ways I can not yet understand

Stitching up the holes
in my heart
as I smile along to the life

That jumps and skips
out there …
pulling me into t
he emerging beauty

Telling me
I am a part of it…
that we are one

And I reach out to You

 

Dale-Lyn

 

Man...I wrote that awhile ago.  I  forget exactly when...though I do have my original somewhere.  I am afraid to find it because I am afraid it is going to show that I wrote it like ten years ago.   It always shocks me to see how much time I am missing. I  find that big gaps of time are slipping from me.  I think I wrote something like last year and find out it was years ago.  People say this is normal as you age...time seems to go by fast.

 

Time is not doing anything, is it,  because time is just something our minds have made up?  Does it really matter if I wrote it a year ago or maybe ten? The passage of time is just a belief I have that takes me from this morning and this now.

 

The only aspect of time that is eternal is now. ACIM-T-5:III:6:5

 

You have elected to be in time rather than eternity, and therefore believe you are in time. ACIM-T-5:VI:1:4

 

All is well.