As you awaken, just before
the mind of yesterday
falls back like a net of stones

behind your eye,
be weightless.
Be Presence without telling.
How your soul looks
in that mirror
when it sees itself!
What gets you out of bed,
dancing like a wild
purple iris in the breeze
of your own inhalation!
It doesn't matter at all
what you will do for
a living today.
The priceless jewel
is just living.
It doesn't matter at all
how much money
you will make today.
Your body is more
precious than sunlight.
Your sternum is beaten
from finer gold.
Whether you feed
the multitudes today
or only wash the dishes
makes no difference at all.
What matters is to plunge
down the stem of this
unfolding meditation flower,

to follow the thunderbolt
in your backbone all
the way home to silence,
and drop the echo of
last night's anger.
It's morning.
Love doesn’t need

a story.
Let the
mirage of sorrow
vanish in the clarity
of this breath,
your heart the whole sky,
empty and blue.

Photo by Kristy Thompson