Embraced

 

 

 

 

 

  

           

Walking the labyrinth with the rising sun

        In the crisp morning light

                searching, praying, to be something more than I am

                       no playfulness, no peace…..

My cat on the labyrinth path

             basks in the rising sun,

                      content, still

The sparrow in the crisp morning light

            flits this way and that

                     lighthearted, glorious

My cat does not wish to be a dog

            neither does the sparrow long to be an eagle

                      each living fully in the moment of being what they are

Reaching the center of my spiral path, 

           resting on the cool firm stone 

                     the orange ball rising from the trees 

 I am embraced in the light of the world.