I love it when I start my day with coffee and meditation and poems like this one, sent directly from Spirit.
The only piece of we that is
Physical body comes
With clear delineation.
Push our limits and
But we remain
Grounded in the ecoscape of us.
Mental body pings and zips,
Courses like terrier set free to hunt,
Flies over the planet in the quest for busyness.
Yet still, even our minds come home to rest.
Ego body is
A small noise in a vast space;
Beating the drum of feared significance.
Emotionally, we tsunami around with no boundaries:
Sharing our joy and pain like charity,
Learning to know better.
Yet Spirit, from that small huge place within,
Knows no time or space or lifetime limitations.
In Spirit we are one,
In Spirit, wise.
In Spirit we swim always in the sea of joy,
Bathed in the light of planets,
Carrying neither edges, nor regrets.