Morning Deity

Morning Deity

Before the lights are turned on

I speak a prayer into the morning,

sing my song of praises for

the sleep I shake from each limb

through standing mountain to lotus pose,

for the life found in each movement,

for the sweet scent fresh in

the flowers that sit on my dresser, a

beautiful earth-manna that fills my senses,

for the stars that burn at the edge

of light, for light itself as I bend to

my knees in thanks to mother earth

and in honor of all the hope my

heart will carry into this new day.

Before the lights are turned on

I whisper a thank-you for what

lives with me inside this dark,

the new-born buds of moonflower

that bloom in a dream of daylight

and a Luna-moth that braves

the threat of sunlight in her

last flight toward the dawn.

For the alchemist in my fingers,

the tiny dancer inside my soul

that transforms my thought to words,

words to images, how something

so far inside my mind can

become tangible beneath my palms.

Creative Abundance