I love the natural cycles connected to the seasons
And the rhythms of the solar day.
Cats are crepuscular
and that too is my way …
As gloaming is my favourite time.
The glowing ambiance matches
My most animated and inspired time of day.
My soul is instilled with life.
Where my potential meets the fearsome.
I am prepared with enthusiasm.
And in this ‘gloaming’ state I spy
right before the sun rising,
Just a hint of light in blackened sky;
The olive thrush emmerges and begins its call.
It is slow and steady –
Not a song at all
It sounds like a preparing for the day
and bids me do the same.
In the stirrings of my slumber I capture my dreams
they merge and move, as with slight of hand,
once eye-opening and illuminating
now drifting like grains of sand.
I open up a space for
And a mulling,
As I connect
with Spirit, the Source of all exhistence.
In the evening after eating
I am acutely aware of the waning of the day.
It mirrors my flagging energy
as it drains away..
I feel we are one.
inanimate, emptied of motivation.
Often as I sit outside, I watch the sky deepen
from copper gold to midnight blue,
And I hear the olive thrush bid adue.
I, grateful upon reflection,
am aware of the satisfaction.
Now daydreaming begins
As my spirit rests
while tomorrow is a new gloaming
for my unfolding ideas.