CATEGORY: PLUM SPORT DATE: DECEMBER 3, 2017
With a steaming mug of hot lemon water near my yoga mat it is flexibility I seek.
Happiness is life’s intention, and there ain’t no happiness when the season buries us, of course y’all know this.
I don’t think that there are lots more sights, sounds and aromas at this time of year than any other, just seems that way because perhaps it’s the holiday season we associate more with love and try to soak it all up at once, which then overwhelms us on every level of our lives, from our head to our toes, we then become a seasonal cacophony time bullet flying in joy-sucking exhaustion.
Boy, do we need to put ourselves in time out or what?
Gettin’ out of time is more like it. Time out of the noise. Time out of the over stimulation of sights. Time out of the avalanche of smells. Just listen to the silence. Just see the silence. Just smell the silence. The miracle of love is still, right there in that hush.
Time out for even a moment, we will get more out of time!
Naturally I wrote about it in my latest poem that is part of a song I am writing.
LOVES HUSH by Deborah Kay R.T.
Pulled in all directions, a severe mental storm Been walkin’ about as a discombobulated form What makes me forget My emotions now in debt That love whispers graciously, be still, I am warm
Divided up, there’s risk of an instantaneous blow Come out of the hurried noise, retreat to sew Don’t heed the rush Remember loves hush Will now, full quiet, knows I am sound in the flow
In the soundlessness of sound just past that hill Where golden love simply makes time stand still An ancient hearth stirs This sacred ark spurs Humbly worked in silence first, true miracles thrill
Is that a smell coming out of that audacious noise you just made?
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