No motive today
Not once did I step outside today. I didn't even want Starbucks. That is really saying something.
I really couldn't say what the temperature is outside unless I checked on my phone. Frankly with the sun pouring through the small crack in the curtains I can say it was a radiant sunny day. Yet I had no desire to get out in it.
Temp is still soaring over 100 and I am tryin to maintain my calm but I am failing at it severely. Yet I keep pushing to try.
The day seems to have gone by so fast. And then sleeping helps the jump to that conclusion.
Oh how the skin radiates the fire. And yet I am not consumed by it. I have come to realize last week 42 hours is too much for my soul to handle in a work week. One that does not have allowances of long seated pieces.
I know I did this to myself. Working was the only way I could focus on meditation. Made me research several days. It was delightful and yet the pushing can harm as well.
Do I stop? No.
So fever I have and yet I don't slow down. I don't dissolve into the chair or bed. I just maintain my pose. Sitting here looking out the window. Hopes that the sunlight kisses my burning skin and eyes. Refreshing me with hope.
A tiny whisper of thanksgiving falls from my lips. A kindness of hope I hold.
Though I am weeping inside from the soreness I still shine in other parts of me.
I grab a mixture of strawberry, pomogrante and cranberris then add water. Making a wonderful, powerful concoction to help me stay hydrated. Then slowly I slide back into the chair for a night of more relaxation and rest.
Maybe a few more poems. Yet I cannot guarantee that for now. Just breaking. Hopefully my steady breathing erases the rapid heart beat.
Soon all that is attack I will have had the courage to muster through it. Even in a silent darkened room.
Kindness indeed. Shutting the curtains. Even my eyes as I realize my saved up energy is gone. Good day I hope for all else.
For even today I burn I still shine.
I really couldn't say what the temperature is outside unless I checked on my phone. Frankly with the sun pouring through the small crack in the curtains I can say it was a radiant sunny day. Yet I had no desire to get out in it.
Temp is still soaring over 100 and I am tryin to maintain my calm but I am failing at it severely. Yet I keep pushing to try.
The day seems to have gone by so fast. And then sleeping helps the jump to that conclusion.
Oh how the skin radiates the fire. And yet I am not consumed by it. I have come to realize last week 42 hours is too much for my soul to handle in a work week. One that does not have allowances of long seated pieces.
I know I did this to myself. Working was the only way I could focus on meditation. Made me research several days. It was delightful and yet the pushing can harm as well.
Do I stop? No.
So fever I have and yet I don't slow down. I don't dissolve into the chair or bed. I just maintain my pose. Sitting here looking out the window. Hopes that the sunlight kisses my burning skin and eyes. Refreshing me with hope.
A tiny whisper of thanksgiving falls from my lips. A kindness of hope I hold.
Though I am weeping inside from the soreness I still shine in other parts of me.
I grab a mixture of strawberry, pomogrante and cranberris then add water. Making a wonderful, powerful concoction to help me stay hydrated. Then slowly I slide back into the chair for a night of more relaxation and rest.
Maybe a few more poems. Yet I cannot guarantee that for now. Just breaking. Hopefully my steady breathing erases the rapid heart beat.
Soon all that is attack I will have had the courage to muster through it. Even in a silent darkened room.
Kindness indeed. Shutting the curtains. Even my eyes as I realize my saved up energy is gone. Good day I hope for all else.
For even today I burn I still shine.
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