A way to knowledge, a way to peace


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.