Morning Rising

One morning while sitting for meditation and watching the sun quietly rise, a sense of wonder filled my awareness. The day revealed itself—emerging from darkness into light—as I sat in the stillness of the moment.

Transcript

Dear friends,

The poem I'm sharing with you is called Morning Rising.

This new day is rising from darkness.

What will be revealed?

The clouds are filled with warm colors,

Yellow hues,

Orange tones,

Seemingly motionless in the sky.

My body,

Slowly waking,

Somewhat tired,

Not quite ready for another day.

Sometimes,

I want the wheels of life to stop turning,

Just to rest in total stillness.

No sounds,

Nothing dying or birthing,

Just breath and the quiet wonder to observe what is here.

Not going forward or falling behind for one moment with no counting of time,

Sitting in the fullness without measure.