My choices are simple
I awaken to the sound
Of my breathing
And rise to
The song of the birds.
I step in time with the beat
Of my heart
Into sunlight.
Beside me:
Wildflowers
Engaged in the ritual
Of waking to the light
Moving with light
Growing with light
To become the color
And perfume
Of here and now.
Birds sing.
Birds fly.
I breathe.
I walk.
It is all breath and pulse,
All choice.
One Single Impression
Sandy Carlson Social