Sound of the clock
ticking; last
day of the year.
Breath comes
synchronous
with the beating heart.
Time, now,
to awake.
It's a world wide effort to have us all wake up and spend a conscious moment in the here and now. May it create many ripples, many eddies in the river's flow.
For today:
First light. Her
body, his body,
tangled in the bedsheets.
Warmth
of the familiar.
Good morning love.
Thanks, Robyn and Kaspa, for this wonderful idea.
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