Monday, August 01, 2005

Clear Light of Dawn

There is something surreal about the first light of dawn. As the cavernous secrets of night lumbers away slowly, a sense of change diffuses the air. An awakening from the dark recesses. Purity saturates with promise of a new beginning. It is the hour of possibilities. Of having a bright canvas stretching, unspent and free. The spiritual communion is in perfect symmetry.

Dawn soon to be swallowed by the stirring life. Lost forever. But an eternal promise. Shining.

This is God’s true gift. A new day. To shed the past and forget. A day to live.

Oh, hello August.

If you could get rid
of yourself just once,
The secret of secrets
Would open to you.
The face of the unknown,
Hidden beyond the universe
Would appear on the
Mirror of your perception


At 8/04/2005 07:50:00 am, Blogger Ms.B said...

Yes, that brief moment when day breaks is truly, truly magnificent. It makes me sad that I miss it all too often, and for pathetic reasons like rushing to be ready for work or having a bath. And then on weekends, I miss it completely because slumber is a possessive bedmate!! :D

I love Rumi too. :)

At 2/17/2006 08:42:00 am, Blogger ekerhart said...

jane, your musings are incredible. a rare breather from the predictable run-of-the-mill ones. yours is a blog of substance and depth, precisely what i have been dreaming to read for the longest time now. i am also a romancer of words but my only hope is t be able to write as well as you.


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