morning rituals


rising later than usual my walking fingers lightly press TV remote for morning chants to gently funnel into my space filling it with energizing vibrations accentuating gentle snores emanating from resting life partner..
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unhurriedly I put tea kettle on boil and as water simmers I let my thoughts emerge from foggy half wakefulness to awareness of day time place et al…
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tall trees’ framed lofty bay windows are still weeping yellow leaves intermittently unlike heavy autumn leafy showers from few days ago…

patches of weakly tinted light have formed geometric patterns on the ceiling …
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chai now ready and steaming I sip tea and my now time dunking biscuits while ruminating on how am going to let my today pan out making plans, discarding, remaking..

have been dwelling on “lines” where and how to draw with regard to sense and sensibilities …lines have always peaked my gypsy soul especially when looking at the horizon on the beaches at dawn and sunset …the push back of lines by waves on sandy beaches …the imaginary equator and the celestial spheres circling our earth …

there’s lot to be gained and said about vivid imaginations …ask any writer ..poet …

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