awakening each day
to the winter’s inky blue-black
pre-dawn skies
arising from that inky orb
stripes of orange, yellow, cyan
striped across the horizon
a hopeful iridescent glow
in the scant light of new day
resurrecting to the truth
awakening, gathering myself up,
picking up pen and paper,
pondering the interconnectedness of all
writing from the core of my being,
on Earth Home in the Cosmic void,
the Great Universe spins
numinous visions arise
seeking creative expression and sharing
enlivening kinship with all things
from the Ground of All Being,
the Signature of All Things is writ,
“that all may be one”
That I Am
All in All
Oneing
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
February 9, 2021
Photos by Herb Stone

