santa fe monday morning

you've got to listen to the last notes of the song until it bleeds into silence, let the petals turn brown and fall off the flowers, keep them way past when you think you should, sit in some cafe and drink your coffee holding the mug feeling the heat of it passing through your hands before you take a sip and eat your food so slowly you think you're going fall asleep, slow down and have nothing more than intent,let your body show the way to the day, does it want to sit or get up and move, even dance, sit with yourself for awhile before you make a move, look at your woman's hands and notice how beautiful they are, there is no hurry to get to anything. it's sad i've burned up so much of my life trying to get somewhere, and spent too little time on the silence. i've spent all morning just looking at my clothes hung over a chair and drinking a cup of tea exhilerating in the feeling of the hot tea gurgling down my throat, like the sound of the sea. jgk