Mystic morning, snow-laced, leafless branches
of treed sentinels, faint outlines.
Merge into the fog, awaiting the Sun’s return,
awake, not asleep, aware.
Of Oneness with the Great Mystery
of the darkened womb, holding
Of New Life in the embryonic Now.
Judy Lampman is a teacher, yoga practitioner, practiced meditator, gardener and hiker. She’s a semi-native who recalls the days when we were wild and free. Some of these places are still to be found.
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