Ode To The Om Shanti

The rushing creek is talking to me here

One last time

Giving me its blessings

Sending me on my way

Chris Falls

 

The fire of the autumn leaves

Lighting my way

The crisp cool air clearing my head

The majestic mountain with its arms open wide

Pointing the way home

Telling me that home is in my heart

 

Thank you for this important time

11 years

the number 2

I am now one

Everything is as it should be

 

I leave behind a house of memories

Some good, some sad

For the next family

To sit in this spot and make their own memories

I leave happiness

of a brand new life

a new chapter

yet to be written

Thank you for all that you have given me

The space in between

There is a place
In between
so sweet
so perfect
like the center of a cinnamon roll

When I inhale
the space in between the exhale

In my bed
the space in between wake and sleep

When I practice yoga
the space in between balance and falling

At 6 in the morning
The space in between night and day

When I look into Julian's face
the space in between a thought and a word

When I meditate
the space between my two eyes
the space between each chakra

When I forward bend
the space between each vertebrae

When I put socks on my feet
the space between cold and warm

The space in between
is when all is right with the world
perfect balance
the tipping point
sama-sama