When I wake up most mornings
I come out of a deep awareness
From resting in the arms of God
When not twisting like a worm
In hot ashes grinding out the day
I’m in control—but oh I’m not
God=dog (spelled backward) + self x ego (edging God out) / sense of humor
Thank You for that
for with that
I no longer feel sorry for myself
Looking forward to not sad
Gladness percolates with coffee
Self = letting go + knowing something / beyond space time + giggles + silly grins
Dede H
