One morning, the sun shines differently.
Birds, crickets chatter, a cold wind dances… and yet
everything is new – something inside is – awake…
been long lost in dream – a dream ship like planet …
made of – what? Star dust. space. Nothing?
Take me all, awake in this moment. I see the sunrise through the snow and wind.
I am that, I am. I am the wind, the water, the wondering one, slumbering one,
oddly longing…. living and yet – not living, until
Because now I am awake.