The last thing I read at night was Dawn by Frank@BeachWalkReflections where he described dawn as a free magical moment that too many miss. I ended my day with an innocent question within – why do I miss most of the sunrise moments in this lifetime?
I was awakened the following morning at the crack of dawn with the eerie feeling that I have become accustomed to, as a cue to start typing because a poem or something like that needs to be given the way out. I hope you enjoy reading it below. Always infinitely grateful to have your thoughts on what takes up space here.
I was awake at dawn I stayed in bed Resting my head Taking some deep breaths I won't open the curtains I want to curl up deep inside my own womb I can feel my belly alive The baby me held in her turmoil I refuse to see the light I need to nurture this one within first I want to hold her, send her a full breath One after the other Soothing her, loving her Making her feel safe Letting her know I see her I understand her I want her to be nourished with my loving presence I want to be in this dark cave Until she gets what she needs She is worth the wait The curtains can be opened very late She needs to feel her own beauty within Before the light floods in I was awake at dawn Wondering if I should be out there Witnessing the magical beginning of the day Yet I could feel her tug More a churning and a yearning For that unconditional unattached hug So I stayed in bed Resting my head Taking some deep breaths I did wonder how long? For an amazing beauty of the morning awaits There is no hurry I decided My womb had just now begun to melt To become this assured part of me The morning can continue to grow into the day Just like the baby me is continuing to grow into my person Someone else decided to open the curtain I looked up out the window The light was bright and yet quite mellow on me Both baby me and I, just One, now could finally smile Both received so much from each other We are now a ball of tenderness and a fullness Comfortable in one skin Hopefully not as thin but still permeable To all the love that we can receive from the light of the day I pray we both stay merged enough When we are awake at dawn of another day To open the curtains and soak in the beauty of what awaits us in a magical way
P.S.: I have found Frank’s Beach Walk Reflections very enjoyable and contemplative to read as he brings alive so many aspects of the beach, ocean, sand and everything associated. I hope you also visit his site.