this morning

mornings have been sometimes yes, sometimes no. lately, no. i wake up distressed, angered that the warmth of sleep has been interrupted. waking up to the reality of baba on my bottom corner of folded lip, i am dazed. i wipe off the baba and i enter the frame of "doing it all over again." banalities of an unrehearsed routine come naturally if only to appear presentable in public. brush teeth, wipe eyes, pull hair back, prepare warm water to match the temperature of my body, firey like sticky rice on plaintain leaves, hugged by sheets all night. nothing can match sleep's tender slumber, not even the clothes i systematically, half-sleepily choose in the morning. what will make me more colorful than the rest of them? what will make me shine in the dreary? i care enough to fight the rain with chaotic colors that don't match but somehow work. today i abandoned this usual routine and grabbed the Book. i read the journey of a spiritual mentor which massaged my mind, slowly opening like organe fire lilies with pink stems. his fire so contagious he healed the sick like Jesus.

people brought cloths he had touched to their home, and their loved ones were healed as soon as they touched the magic cloth kissed by the sweet Spirit. he ran from the weapons that tried desperately to kill him, who says you got to stay and take their shit?

he was shaking shit up in the town, so they chased him down. he challenged their god, the one they worshipped. no one wanted to let go of their god. she was their everything. the thought of loosing her, made them nervous. and his God was bigger, so they wanted to contain it. don't let the Spirit spread, keep it hidden, for its power is unfathomable. yes, to kill him was the rational and predictable solution. but the impact and ripple effect was bigger than their weapons. and his God greater: which disturbed and shamed them so they quieted the voice within their spirit that attempted to yell at them to believe him.

we, i, am like they on today. the banalities and routine of my god of the morning is so comforting i refuse to let it go. cacoon-like crib for a human, by bed sedates. but today, i learned something knew, early in the morning, when my mind is usually closed for business, God opened it today. grace. and my mind (sweet surprise) was ready to hear with what the power of Spirit was ready to reveal.