December dawn

It is cold.
The flame of the candle shivers in the dark.
The Japanese incense releases its delicate fragrance.
I tighten the châle around my shoulders.
The window frames a dark sky.
The moon is a thin bowl,
and Venus shines beside it.
It is very quiet,
the moment utterly serene.
I anticipate nothing.

Kenza.

Inspirations: morning meditation, silence. 

Just as the sun

 

Just as the sun starts to light up the sky, flocks of birds fly over the house.

White snow egrets with gold reflected on their wings, ducks in almost perfect formations and swallows moving in waves.

Closer to me, a few hummingbirds buzz around the lavender; while, despite the coolness of the air, bees start their morning collection around the same flowers.

These are the sights I am privileged to, and every dawn I give thanks for the beauty.

This morning, from way way up, a white egret pooped. As simple as that, and it landed a few centimeters from my foot.

I took it as a blessing both for its ordinary nature and … for having missed me.

I smiled and the smile remained with me for the entire day.

Who would have thought? Life brings us joy in so many forms!

Kenza.

Autumn dawn

Autumn dawn,
I sit looking East
breathing as slowly as the sky changes colors.
Suddenly, a light shines from the West
creating a shadow of myself on the wooden floor.
It is the moon.
Appearing silver against a deep blue sky,
it enters the house through the back window,
shining its cold light as the sun rises.
Yin – Yang.
I remain still.

Kenza.