Kundalini Splendor

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017



It is morning
and once again
I am not doing my list
but am allowing
these honey words
to drop into
my mouth.

Always more saying
and listening,
always more waiting
and receiving.

Again I feel guilty
for all
that is left undone––
dishes waiting
to be unloaded,
the new vacuum
ready to be tested and used.

Chop wood,
carry water. . .

Even the shopping list
I will need
for groceries tomorrow.

Outside the trees are shaking.
There is wind again
in this fickle climate,
chairs blowing about
on the balcony,
but I am here,
snug in my little bastion,
my third floor eyrie,
for the moment
safe against the elements
inside and out,
willing to open
once more.

Dorothy Walters
April 19, 2017

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