By: Jessica Diaz
As Simple as –
Awakening to the pitter patter of freshly fallen rain drops on a window pane
Changing pace as I begin to stir, almost as if trying to sync with my subtle heart’s beat
Apprehension quickly quelled by the hopeful hymns sung by the choir of birds on our hood balconies
Birds who despite the climate have never ceased their rehearsal of songAs Simple as -
Gentle nudges on shoulders and soothing whispers in awaiting ears
Letting us know the New Day has come
Be it dreary… Be it sun-filled…
But – at least – it Be
Be ours for the taking, if we learn to listen and allow Her to lead
As Simple as –
Sweet smells of aromatic coffees paving precocious pathways from the kitchen to the foot of my bed
As if to flirtatiously tickle my toes into waking wiggles just as much as
it tickles my nose to mirror a genie’s twitch
With Outstretched arms, Open eyes, Elongated spine –
I Am Woke
Those creaks & cracks in aging bones ring different, mean different
When Being Woke now comes into daily question
As Simple as –
Breathing in deeply
And being able to do it once again
Lungs inhale, Lungs exhale
Diaphragm supporting the ins & the outs
Surging oxygen to everywhere it is thirsted for within this body
Simple acts, yet not so simple
Simple acts once taken for granted now greeted with reverence
And with repeat demand
Simply put: Be Grateful
As Simple as –
The initial crackle from a freshly opened book -
Not necessarily new, but definitely new to these eyes, to these fingertips -
The sound beckons my learning & expansion,
My contemplation & revelation
Book spine just as mine
Held tightly, uprightly
Prepared to be held,
But patiently waiting for the right reader to behold the tale
As Simple as –
Swooping strokes of pen, or keyboard
Whatever be this day’s whim
Gliding upon blank journal pages that have been neglected far too long
Black & blue inks helping to channel the Blacks & Blues of the Heart
Stops & Starts that yield clearer pictures of what it is I really need
Pages curling upward around my wrist as these lines flow out
Nestled pages being the only hugs I can openly receive right now
But, are embraced nonetheless
As Simple as -
Silence
Encircling, All Encompassing
Surrounding Us,
As it encourages You to love yourself deeply
Absence forced upon us to provoke the Awakening
Closed eyes open wide to the self-care we’ve been needing
Heeding the Earth Mother’s message,
Conceding – Agreeing to disconnect from that which lacks feeling
Being blessed to be able to reacquaint with that which truly gives life meaning -
Love.