I Dwell in the House of Today

I dwell in the house of today.

And the quiet meets me

fully.

Silence is my muse.

I am listening.

I consent to what comes.

I am open to receive.

Dawn holds the space

where language gathers

in the light of my heart

and meets the rising day.

Anything is possible.

Nothing demands.

There is no urgency for

words.

And the words arrive.

One by one.

Gently.

And they rest upon the

page.