Its 2 am and am awake

Its a different kind of a night 
Its 2 am and am awake 

awake to the experiences gathered in 4 decades 
to the power within that I have allowed myself , little by little 
tiny droplets of water like that make an ocean 

this power doesn’t need to scream or roar 
it is the inherent power of the cosmos 
star like that shines brighter on a dark night 

my spirit has been working hard 
whispering the secrets of my soul into my body 
maze like, that wait for you to step on the right path 

Its a different kind of a night 
Its 2 am and am awake 

awake to the fact that I am a single woman who has stood her ground alone in a foreign country 
intimate relationships tried me and I am still trying them 
sand like, that doesn’t want to be held in my fist 

this koan of a life thus far is a blessing for sure 
bringing to surface a sense of gratefulness for what I was given & what I wasn’t 
prayer like, always breathing me closer to the one source 

my life’s design has brought me the gift of friends who are away and yet so close 
my life’s design brought me a rich inner life with periods of isolation so I could dive deep
celebration like, that makes me hear the trees speak 

Its a different kind of a night 
Its 2 am and am awake

awake to the freedom of being me, the courage it takes to do that 
the love of the cosmos expressed through me even when I give into my smallness 
ants like, that come and do their work 

I am ready to rise into fullness, taking yet another leap of faith
nothing for me to decide, only to live my truth 
silence like, that doesn’t need to be spoken

unknowns have always befriended me 
giving me a state of receptivity to bring forth a poem whose format I don’t recognize 
sifar like, empty and full at once with new possibilities 

Its a different kind of a night 
Its 2 am and am awake..