A Scribble from my Journal - 1

Time to time I'm simply going to post a piece, a page, a scribble from my journal......words poured randomly on white blank sheets......
Its just one more way for me to reach out and include in the circle.......


my heart melts, there isn’t even a label or a name i can give to what it is that fills me up or overflows from within, my soul sings and its a song that i can hear and feel and yet, and yet, its a silent song, no voice is needed to express it......
i move, in every cell and pore and the dance is never ending, the movement is fluid, my entire being swirls and yet, and yet, there is stillness and immobility, everything moves even as nothing does......
oh this feeling of being bestowed with grace, this gratitude that touches my soul, this filling up with something that cannot be defined, this caress and this stroke, that i can sense in my depths, what remains to be said ?
i sit here, as usual, the night is silent and dark, where does this light come from ? luminous, lit from within, all of it light and lightness, my breath comes and goes in rythym to the beat of a drummer unknown and yet, known.......i recognize, i’ve come home.......
the sun will rise and then set again, i shall wander here and to places afar, touch the ground with my feet and hug the universe close to me, someone will cross my path and give me a flower.......
some stories will be told, others will remain unsaid, unspoken, little stars shining light years away and just one moment of consciousness, i remain alert and aware to whatever unfolds......
repeating the same words, the same keys that get pushed in again and again, the same notes making a pattern, a melody that is a reflection of who i am and what path i am walking and dancing upon, oh grateful, so grateful for it all.........