Sticky Start
Sticky start, the beginning of today.
Dense heart and “order of business” in disarray.
Rules piled up in attachment to identity.
Then in an instant I recalled Presence tis not my adversary.
Run and scramble so secretly subtle,
the ways in which I am to Be Humble.
The way out is through, not back and forth.
My inner Sun bursts from the center, South, and North.
Spreading my energy in Light so bright…
Don’t forget!
The Source always rises after the night…
Copyright © Melissa Mesch | Year Posted 2011
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