Rising early

So in need of a broken routine

A good break, not a broken break

An earthquake of an arm that I climb from beneath

Or perhaps an untangling of limbs to escape the tangling of love’s vines

As the droplets provide relax as I awaken more and more

The art of routine from a grateful heart is restored

One day a break will come

Not sure when or what will be displayed

Until then, my own wholeness guides the way

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