being here . . . .

being here

the fresh morning sunlight

filtering through the blinds

as i sit here on the edge of the bed

contemplating the light dance upon the floor

contemplating my placement

things are vying for my attention

attempting to disrupt this solemn and reverent moment

where once upon a time i gave credence

now, i just smile at them

at my “self”

and it’s sense of urgency dissipates

in to thoughtless ether

in truth for me

i am being called to write

with my silent pen

upon my silent pad

this morning

a cup of coffee and a cigarette

is my crutch in this Holy connect

to the reverent silence

and . . .

the thought returns once again

this time they have changed their clothing

yes Manah, mind wants attention

again i smile at my reflective vanities

as i peek through the blinds

i see the light of my consciousness

as it peeks back at me

reflectively casting our image

our face

upon the same pool

the pool of our Spiritual Water

in stillness

as we are just

being here . . . .

(c) 7 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.