This morning she woke,
eyes still closed,
we've all been there -
on the edge, the cliff,
looking down.
The past brought her here.
This morning she refused to fall
or be pushed maliciously from behind.

She turned into the present,
felt sweet wind against her body  -
then passing through her cells.
She was diaphanous,
spacious.
Birds flew in and out of blooming trees,
vision brushed with the Painter's pallet.
People sang in the distance,
a concert in the park.
She looked back, feet secure
on land.

Miracles are happening.
Moments can turn
into joy in seconds
when we change our minds.

Synchronized energy
is everywhere even
at the precipice.
This time she brought a
                  parachute!
                                 and more..
the ability to decide differently,
                    to change,
                                     and create...
                                                         miracles.

This morning awake,
she opened, wise, lighthearted eyes.