Feeling down, I look up
and see a single bird
in the early morning light.
I feel the ground beneath my feet,
hear the crunch of gravel as I walk.
The taste of coffee lingers in my mouth,
a scent of pine lingers in the air.
The senses soothe my fretting heart.
I open to the world and me.
JDG
Sensations awaken the sweet presence of self
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Looking up is good! And I love the poem.
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Great advice, Joan…
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“Natural Therapy”? Could be a whole new (old) Thing!? Thanks, as always, for your daily sharing practice!
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Definitely living in the present Joan!
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I love the sensory language. I love your words. (& would love some coffee now)
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