beloved life
we give thanks for tiny
prickly perfections
called porcupines
we give thanks that they
nestle so trustingly
in our hands showing
us what it means
to allow which is
to love
we give thanks for the way
they expose our own
vulnerability and the
prickles we hide it beneath
we give thanks for tiny
prickly perfections:
those we hold in our hands
and those whose hands
hold them
we give thanks for this
small revelation and
how it trembles the heart
amen
– miriam louisa
Has anyone taken the time to tell you,
this morning, today,
Sunday the 9th of August 2009,
that you are immaculate perfection on feet?
Has anyone assured you
that regardless of what you are reading in the Sunday Papers,
you are unable to be threatened or affected?
That nothing, ever,
can change the changeless awareness that is scanning the news,
sipping coffee, munching on Sunday breakfast treats?
Has anyone reminded you yet,
that regardless of your dubious escapades last night,
your killer hangover, your domestic discontent,
your mind-crazy morning meditation,
the brilliant beingness that you are is unaffected?
No?
Then this is for you:
– miriam louisa
this unlit light 