Another day,
A day chock full of minutes,
Meetings,
And tasks are units of measure.
But allow yourself to be greeted by something much deeper than man-made markings.
Open to the possibility that God,
Spirit,
The life force,
Invites you to this day with no regard for what you do or accomplish.
In the early morning house,
The gloom gives up its darkness,
Slowly and silently.
In these silent moments,
Enormous transformations occur.
What will we see when we open our eyes after quiet?
Notice how your clothes help you feel and outline your body.
Physical touch is contact and brings energy and awakens.
Contact your physical self,
Each part,
To remember a whole.
Sift down through to the paydirt of your emotions.
Mind the earth for gold.
Even though you may not know the currency,
Remember the value of your feelings,
The parts of your being seeking expression.
Deep down at the very core,
Surprisingly,
Is not solid rock,
But liquid spirit.
Like water,
Spirit flows everywhere,
Even changing form,
Getting thick with mud or thin with air,
And loves to join together and become a stream,
A river,
An ocean.
May you go deep this day under man-made measures to touch your core.
Let the universal find expression in and through you.
Your gift today is depth.