The morning breeze has secrets to tell you
don’t go back to sleep. ~ Rumi
There is something about the very early morning hours of a new day. A portal into the unconscious. I awoke at 3 a.m. and listened to the pre-dawn sounds: a whispering early morning breeze, the house settling, swaying branches.
Thoughts spilled out onto a nearby notepad.
Unearth your soul
buried under layers of debris
called rejection, abandonment,
excavate with care
around a fragile treasure,
yours to be found.
brush away the dirt
until the glow
from your soul appears.
bring your essence forth,
in warm hands.
a luminous life force,
never to ever
bury yourself again.©
What secrets do the morning breeze bring to you?
5 thoughts on “Self Love – Poem”
Love it! Makes me wish I were a morning person… But I sometimes feel and listen to the stillness late at night when most are sleeping. Thank you, Mona for a lovely, evocative poem.
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Listening is the important part. Thanks for your kind words.
The light and sounds of the very early morning hours are unique. If only I could wake up so early! But I go to bed way too late to be up at 3. Lovely poem, Mona.
Thanks Evelyn, but I have to admit I didn’t want to wake up. My dog, Chip, howls like a bloodhound when he hears a siren-which sometime occurs at 3 a.m. 🙂
Ha! I feel less lazy now!