It’s one of those days
that feels special
without fully knowing why…
It’s one of those days
that expands beyond sight
and ends up in the fields and meadows
of the sparkling stars
gazing at the beauty of the planets and cosmos.
It’s one of those days
that feels new
yet familiar
as if I knew it was coming all along.
It is not bigger or smaller than it is.
Only magnificent and simple
complex and understandable,
like someone whispering a secret into your ear
and the moment of dawning, occurs.
A sunrise with rays
that illuminates the threshold
between night and day,
between dark and light,
between grey and blue.
Such splendour of innocence
beholding a new day
a new way
of being
alive.
The seed of
Jillian
unfolding
Jill RoseMary
bringing forth
and welcoming
Jill LaBelle Sophie.
Personal
yes,
Timely
yes,
Significant to the world
not really,
Important to me
yes.
In the waters of birth
and the waves of mothering
it is a moment, unlike any other.
the third call of my soul’s becoming .
A delicate sensing, a vulnerable shifting,
making room
for a new part of myself
emerging.
Like a daisy with a golden centre of light
starry and sparkling
carrying armfuls of roses
as a bouquet of accomplishments
free to breathe the freshness of air
releasing all that was
and welcoming all that is and will be.
So that in the silence
with the flapping wings and songs
of my garden’s myriad of birds
and beauty of blossoms,
I feel the release of myself
to myself
in the quiet place of birthing
one’s own dignity.
Poem by Jill LaBelle Sophie
Photos from Rumi fb