05/21/2026
Quietly prepare
for your own arrival.
When you wake,
inhale warm rainbow light
and empty the inner trash
with your exhalation.
Lovingly sweep the floor
of your heart
and place a cushion
in front of the altar
next to your pulse.
Bow your head,
and make a simple offering
of love.
Beckon, in a quiet moment,
the deep inner whisperer
that knows
why you are here,
and what you have come for.
And then listen.
I beg you to listen.
Deborah Anne Quibell
SOUL BIRD
Poems for Flying