In my soul there is a room that opens doors into my eyes, body and senses. Often I sense a hushing of a wind. I also hear a quiet whisper of a beautiful voice.
Yet this is not all.
If I sit in a restful quietness these voices, hushings and whisperings turn into complete silence. Beautiful they are.
But now no thing is happening.
Everything waits.
As I sit.
In silence.
My senses, body and eyes grow accustomed to the silence.
Soon I rise and walk.
Out into this life of every thing.
Suddenly something starts rising within.
I almost feel like singing or jumping for joy.
Because everywhere I am looking and sensing I see and hear transferring and transforming from deepest within.
The beautiful singing of a thousand mornings.
A Contemplative Life 
Friends:
Thank you for your meaningful poem, A thousand Mornings.
Sometimes when we wait, as you say, patience helps to transform our within and
adds music to our souls.
Here is something to think about:
The beauty of the earth; The first beauty, millions of years before us, the earth lived
in wild elegance. Landscape is now the first born of creation.
Taken from John O’Donohue’s Beauty, Invisible Embrace
Sincerely,
Ruby M. Shelton
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