Behold a new day.
Another day for the dance between solitude and communion.
I enter this day a refugee from the isolation of deep dreams.
No one knows where I've been but me.
Only when I speak and act can I share and join.
Dance to silent music now.
Your heart supplies the rhythm.
The tune varies like the weather,
Which too is mostly silent.
Let the silent melody of life overtake you,
Carry you into further silence.
I sit here speaking,
Growing again into my body for a new day.
Come back into consciousness and flood your body with awareness so that you are known to yourself from toe to head.
Now is the time for fine-tuning.
Though sometimes feelings are on the surface and obvious,
Often we must pause,
Take some time,
Like right now,
To extend a welcoming hand to our feelings.
What song wants to be sung?
What sounds or words need to be expressed?
When the music comes from the very deepest place,
It is the soul singing.
Sometimes I feel so vulnerable that I am afraid I'll die if anyone hears my song.
Other times I play my sound from the mountaintop.
Today.
.
.
May you contact inside the place that is most you and when you choose,
Sing it out to the world.
Create tune and lyric as only you can.
Give voice to yourself this day.
Your gift today is your song.