Wholeness Alongside Rest

I forgot about the power of rest. Our bodies need time to rest and integrate. I preach the doctrine of rest as essential, but I too get caught up in over working. When I took my first vacation in over a year, poetry flowed freely. Here’s a piece where I shook off shrinking to find wholeness alongside rest.

“Morning”
Tossed as currency
Access peace here

A greeting
You are part of the club
They are safe

Card swiped
Accessed granted
Keep on walking

Until the next

“Morning”
Access granted
Keep on walking

They are ok,
But am I
At peace?

Pushing forward
A smile
A nod

“Morning”
Access granted
Keep it moving

As I crave
The silence
A moment alone

In trees
Birds call my name
I answer with footsteps

“On your left”

“Morning”
Access granted
Keep up pace

Until I reach
A destination
Designated
Designed for sharing

The surf claps
Ripples across the shimmering surface

Gnats
Bounce off my face
Titillating

“Morning”
Access granted
Keep quiet

They are talking
This was their beach
First
People’s names
As street signs

Head down
Patience
They will pass

Pray that the water
Hold my neck up
When the tide comes in
When the crowds return
When the surface is breached

Access card denied
No nod or smile forced
Freedom is here

Walk to the sun
Be at peace

There is not one way to be
A dark rock 
In light sand

Access granted
Peace buzzed in
Permission card shredded

Watching the ant crawl
Onto my leg 
Peace be with you
Peace be with me

A Spider drops 
Birds call our names
Access unlimited

Brown fungi
Pop up each morning
No one can push us back down