At the Sacred Threshold

At the sacred threshold,
my grieving heart is solaced
by verses revealed by the Pen of Glory.

At the sacred threshold,
I contemplate the grandeur of creation,
and give thinks for the majesty of the endless universe.

At the sacred threshold
my spirit reflect on the dominion
and greatness of the Almighty Creator.

 

On the First Day of Dominion

Jamal (Beauty), 1 Mulk (Dominion), 172 BE - Sunday, February 7, 2016 about 12:21 PM Pacific Standard Time

Beautiful Sunday
The first day of Dominion
The Feast Day of Mulk

As I sit here listening to the neighborhood noises, I realize that I'm feeling better for the first time since Thursday. Apparently it's taken me that long to recover from the outpatient surgery I had on Thursday, February 4. I'm having peanut butter on English muffins, scones, orange slices, chocolate milk, and ice tea for breakfast this afternoon. It took me half a day to wake up, feel better, and get myself moving today.

Sunday awakening
at 2:30 AM to change positions
for my morning meditations
went back to sleep while I was setting up.

I should know better then to go back to sleep when I'm setting up because that's when I have my weirdest and most memorable dreams. I'm not getting into the dream here because I may want to use it in a story or poem in the coming week. I know why I had the dream now all I have to do is figure what to do about it (other then putting it in my dream journal). Maybe I'll just let it rest for a while. I have more important things to deal with right now then a weird dream.