As They Come~ These Moments

Someone said recently I should write more in my blog. I write about whatever comes up. Today, I have anxiety. After a sunny spot mid afternoon meditation, this is what came to mind~

 .....I erased the poem

.....and feel the warm sun on my back, and an opening in my heart and nothing else exists outside of that. Only stories.



Hmmmm, what else~

I can write about the dreams that weave themselves throughout my sleep time and into my waking hours.

"They weave their web around
My bed
And make their way
Up the strand"

..I often dream of very deadly venimous spiders, very close to my face. I wake up terrified, afraid to move, to even breathe. I slither out of bed, out from under the dangling, creeping arachnids and make my way to the door. Only when my hand touches the doorknob do I begin to realize it was 'that dream again'. Big sigh, deep breaths, go drink some water, go to the bathroom...okay, back to bed.

.....or maybe I can't go back to sleep.

"So I sit
And I write
And I am right between
This world and that
And I am right between
The hot pounding in my ear
And the heaving creature outside
My window
I hear it's roaring breath
As if to say
'How did I end up
In this strange courtyard?'
It doesn't make sense
Well, nothing makes sense
We are just accepting these strange moments
As they come~
As they come
Bubbling out from the pot
As they come
Speeding through the red light
As they come
Sitting in a quiet forest
As they come
The gentle deer and I
Eyes locked in the early morning
Both curious

~Namaste